Now, I know... most of you are either tired of hearing about this topic by now or never gave an ish in the first place, but I just can't help myself..... GO STAR JONES REYNOLDS!!!!!!!!!!! Now before anyone goes off calling me a hypocrite, let me issue a disclaimer: I am not nor have I ever been a raging fan of the lovely Mrs. Gay, I mean Jones Reynolds. However, I just can't help but respect the way she handled the whole getting fired thing. First ABC decides not to renew her contract (which they were well within their rights to do) citing "ratings issues." But the episodes that they claimed were responsible for tanking the ratings (the ones where she was planning and gushing endlessly about her upcoming wedding) were actually the highest rated five episodes out of the top ten of the year (go figure). But Star sucked it up and she agreed with the network on a departure date of July 13. Apparently Barbara Walters spoke with Star in private and told her that she could make up whatever lie she wanted to avoid saying that she had been fired, and she would have the support of Ms. Walters and the entire ABC powers that be. But Star refused to let them off that easy and decided to leave the show on her own terms. So yesterday morning she halted the aged Ms. Walters mid-sentence and announced that secondary to the network's decision to "take the show in a different direction for their 10th season," she had decided to leave her position. That little announcement (which was supposed to take place on Thursday, June 28th according to her agreement with the network) was met with cries of "Oh my goodness! How shocking!" by her co=hosts. But was it really? EVERYONE at ABC knew that Star was leaving, and the only thing that was a surprise was that she grew some balls overnight and decided to do it the way SHE wanted to do it.
Now this morning Barbara Walters has told the New York Post that she feels "betrayed and hurt," and that she simply cannot undstand why Star would choose to announce her departure in such a public and ugly way. WHAT??????? Bitch, she was FIRED.... what did you want her to do? Sit through one of those foolish goodbye shows like the one they gave Meredith Viera and smile through it all???? HELL NO!!! And to top it all of, Ms. Walters called Star's agent and stated that she did not want Star to come to work today. So what does Mrs. Gay, I mean Jones Reynolds, do? She says THE HELL WITH IT...I ain't coming back at all.... BITCHES!!!!!!! Now that's what I'm talking about. She tried to handle it with dignity and grace. She took the unlubricated shaft up the ass without flinching, but she gets it yet again. So she bounced, and I have to say that I support her 100%. The View has since removed her picture from their website, their opening credits, and any official publications carrying their name - almost as if she never existed. DAMN!!!
I guess I am only captured by this story because people here in New York are going crazy over it, and also because I just can't stand to see the media trying to turn personal issues into a public lynching. Star Jone Reynolds was fired because of the haters... she lost a lot of weight, refused to talk about it publicly (and why should she?), and kept it moving while doing what she was paid to do: HER DAMN JOB!! And what does she get for her trouble? Angry white people. SIGH..... so like I said. I am still not a huge fan of Star Jones Reynolds, but I just can't help feeling bad for the way that she is being treated.
Wednesday, June 28, 2006
Monday, June 19, 2006
Britney Weird
Okay, so I was trying to avoid commenting on that God-awful interview of Britney Spears by Matt Lauer, but my patience has run out. I saw the second half of it when it originally aired, and then I caught it in its completion when the network had the nerve to re-air it... all I can really say about the experience is DAMN. How did some wholesome white girl from the dirty Souf (yeah, I said "Souf") grow up to be such a trailer dwelling, gum chewing, milk-engorged breast exposing MOTHER???? I can't even wrap my mind around it, so I will direct yall to my new favorite blog for the complete recap. It is written by Melissa who used to be on the Real World (New Orleans, I think)... I loved her on the show, but I had NO IDEA that she is so damn funny. So check out Princess Melissa.
Friday, June 16, 2006
15, 30, 35.....
Okay. So I have been in the tri-state area (babe, did we ever figure out what that third state was?) for 72 hours, and I finally decided to venture into the subway system. WHOAH. First of all, why is there a train for every season - 4, 5, 6, L, M, N, O, blah blah blah. Why could I not figure out where I was going, then when I got on the train, it turned out to tbe the wrong freaking one???? So then I had to get off the first train and totally branch out from the directions my girlfriend gave me to try and get back to catch train number two. Good Lord..... hence the title of my post. I know it probablt isn't funny to anyone else, but I felt like Mike Epps in that stupid movie with Ice Cube: "15, 30, 35, 37... a-duh-duh-duh-duh.... 45, 47!!!!!" I couldn't figure out which way was up, but I finally made it home.
And oh yeah... had a random celebrity siting today. Before I left to move up here, my newly discovered psychic manfriend told me that I would meet Malik Yoba on the street and that his lips would probably be ashy (damn, I know!). So I walking up 8th Avenue in Chelsea after trying for ten minutes to hail a cab, and finally I catch one. I get in and we immediately have to stop at a stoplight. I look ut the window on my side (we are in the far right lane, right next to the curb) where I see this VERY fine, VERY tall Black man getting out of a white Mercedes and heading toward this little corner deli. As he is closing his door, he looks up toward traffic, and I see that it is.... MALIK YOBA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And no, his lips were most definitely NOT ashy!! I was so thrown that I couldn't even reach the button to roll down the window in the cab. I just sat there looking like Boo Boo the Fool mouthing the words, "Omigod!!! Malik Yoba!!!" If he saw me at all (which I doubt), he was probably thinking to himself, "What a dumbass!!" **SIGH** Maybe next time my timing will be better, and I'll actually be on the street instead of locked inside of a vehicle :)
And oh yeah... had a random celebrity siting today. Before I left to move up here, my newly discovered psychic manfriend told me that I would meet Malik Yoba on the street and that his lips would probably be ashy (damn, I know!). So I walking up 8th Avenue in Chelsea after trying for ten minutes to hail a cab, and finally I catch one. I get in and we immediately have to stop at a stoplight. I look ut the window on my side (we are in the far right lane, right next to the curb) where I see this VERY fine, VERY tall Black man getting out of a white Mercedes and heading toward this little corner deli. As he is closing his door, he looks up toward traffic, and I see that it is.... MALIK YOBA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And no, his lips were most definitely NOT ashy!! I was so thrown that I couldn't even reach the button to roll down the window in the cab. I just sat there looking like Boo Boo the Fool mouthing the words, "Omigod!!! Malik Yoba!!!" If he saw me at all (which I doubt), he was probably thinking to himself, "What a dumbass!!" **SIGH** Maybe next time my timing will be better, and I'll actually be on the street instead of locked inside of a vehicle :)
Sunday, June 11, 2006
20 Questions... Remember That Game?
1. If you could be doing what you really want to be doing for a living, what would it be?
I would be a professional shopper. You know, those people who spend their days picking out beautiful clothes for sometimes not so beautiful people... and they get paid for it. It would involve my two of my favorite things: shopping and money.
2. If you could slap the crap out of any famous person, alive or dead, who would it be?
Hmm.... I would think that this would be easier than it is. But if I had to choose one person, it would be (and I apologize for copying those who came before me) yall's President, George W. Bush. Yes, I know I could be writing to you from the inside of a torture basement by tomorrow for writing that, but hey - it's how I feel.
3. What's the dumbest decision you've made in the past 5 years?
Giving the right guy the wrong finger.... thankfully I got the message (MESSAGE!) one day and cut him loose before I did too much damage. I will always regret saying yes to marriage, but I will always be thankful that I woke up before we reached the altar.
4. Give up for one year: (good) sex or (good) music.
Good sex, hands down. But does that mean that you won't have ANY sex or you just won'thave any GOOD sex??? Hmm.... well, either way, I would give up the magic stick before I would give up my ipod. If you read my last post, you know how much I love just the right song.
5. Dudes, would you rather have a big dick or a good sense of humor? Ladies, nice tits & ass or common sense?
This one is a no brainer: COMMON SENSE. Too many people are walking around with oo little of that, and it drives me CRAZY!! I really don't have too much in the way of "T," so I can't say I'd miss it. But I'd sacrifice all this "A" in a minute if the aternative was no common sense!
6. So you've been invited to an all expense paid Blogger Prom in the Bahamas. You're sitting at a bar on the beach. WHich blogger do you want to join you for hours of good convo?
First of all, I want to know why blogspot is so cheap... the Bahamas? Oh well, free vacation. But I would have to say that my first choice would be Jarrod. He keeps me laughing all the time, and since I wouldn't really know anyone else, he would dance with me :)
7. Which blogger would you most like to cuddle with on the beach? (And don't defer to your current signinifcant other, either. Infidelity won't count against you. Duh).
Umm, this is isn't really hard either. Again, being relatively new to blogger land means that I only know one cuddle-worthy blogger, the man with the random thoughts. I like to cuddle with him.
8. You're going on a 5 hour road trip... which CDs do you bring?
Lauryn Hill - The Miseducation of Lauryn Hill
R Kelly - TP2
Mariah Carey - The Emancipation of Mimi
Two mix CDs from my collection... maybe one gospel and one hip hop.
9. Would you rather bury your children young or have your children bury you young?
That's a very difficult decisiont to make. I guess I would rather bury my children young. Even though it would be incredibly sad, I would know that God brought them back to be close to Him before they had a chance to experience too much of the sadness and pain that life too often serves up. Even though I wasn't all that young, burying my mother was unbearable. I would never want that for my children. Never.
10. What's your biggest insecurity?
Interacting with men.
11. What's the first blog you read every day... or however often you read them?
PYT. But he's been slipping on the regular updates lately, so then I check Jameil and Russatta because they always have something new and interesting to say.
12. When's the last time you peed your pants?
I honestly don't remember ever doing that. I am pretty sure that it happened at some point, maybe I've repressed the experience, but I just don't remember.
13. Which was better, your first kiss or your first paycheck?
PAYCHECK!!!!!!! I was working at the Pentagon, and say what you will about our President, but them government jobs pay LOVELY!!! The first kiss was in seventh grade with some boy that I thought was unbelievably cute, but now can't even remember his name!
14. Do you have kids? Want kids?
No, I do not have any children yet, but I would love to have some. I used to say that I only wanted one, so anyone who knows me from way back when would be shocked to hear that. But ideally I would like to have two children, and I pray that I will be a third of the mother to them that mine was to me.
15. You get dropped off at home after the office holiday party by your bitch azz boss that you can't effing stand...you exit the car and he peels out, runs a red light at your corner and rolls up an unsuspecting midget. The next day the midget watch groups are on TV outraged at the heartless hit and run, and are calling for any witnesses to please come forward...that half dead midget has a family at home waiting on C-mas presents. Would you take $1000 hush money? $500? $100? A six pack?
Okay, now yall KNOW how I feel about midgets!! I wouldn't even need the hush money -I'd keep quiet for free.
16. Live the rest of your life without your eyebrows or your fingernails?
Oh hell to the naw!!! No eyebrows? No ma'am!! I have such a problem with getting my eyebrows right, that I would have to say that I could do without those fingernails.
17. What makes you angry?
Liars, cheaters, thieves, injustice, abuse of power.
18. What makes you horny?
A soft touch at the base of my neck, TP2, a confident man, thunderstorms, wine, when a man holds my face while he's kissing me.
19. What makes you nervous?
Dramatic change, going on a date with a new man, staring, compliments, first impressions.
20. What makes you smile?
Giggling children, a song from "back in the day," success, a good book on a terrible day, SHOES, my boo (yeah, you), mommy's macaroni and cheese, good food at a good restaurant, flowers, a handwritten note on a scrap of paper, a long kiss.
Whew!! I am tired... but not so tired that I can't come up with 20 questions of my own. So here are some from me to you.... feel free and let me know when you're done...
1. Which was better, your last kiss or your last paycheck?
2. What motivates you?
3. What drains your spirit?
4. What sounds do you love?
5. What sounds do you hate?
6. Which could you do without for one month: your best friend or the love of your life?
7. If you care at all, who are you more mad at: Brad or Angelina?
8. What is the smartest decision you've made in the last five years?
9. What's your primary love language? If you haven't read the book, READ IT, but here are your choices: physical affection, kind words, gifts, quality time, or acts of service.
10. What do you dream about?
11. What makes you shiver?
12. Would you rather be rich and unknown or poor and famous?
13. This one is for the fellas: which do you prefer? A woman who is beautiful and insecure or average and confident?
14. This one is for the ladies: which do you prefer? A man who is packing and misinformed or lacking and creative?
15. Love or success?
16. Peace or passion?
17. Live the rest of your life alone or poor?
Okay, no more... now I'm really tired. Please play :)
I would be a professional shopper. You know, those people who spend their days picking out beautiful clothes for sometimes not so beautiful people... and they get paid for it. It would involve my two of my favorite things: shopping and money.
2. If you could slap the crap out of any famous person, alive or dead, who would it be?
Hmm.... I would think that this would be easier than it is. But if I had to choose one person, it would be (and I apologize for copying those who came before me) yall's President, George W. Bush. Yes, I know I could be writing to you from the inside of a torture basement by tomorrow for writing that, but hey - it's how I feel.
3. What's the dumbest decision you've made in the past 5 years?
Giving the right guy the wrong finger.... thankfully I got the message (MESSAGE!) one day and cut him loose before I did too much damage. I will always regret saying yes to marriage, but I will always be thankful that I woke up before we reached the altar.
4. Give up for one year: (good) sex or (good) music.
Good sex, hands down. But does that mean that you won't have ANY sex or you just won'thave any GOOD sex??? Hmm.... well, either way, I would give up the magic stick before I would give up my ipod. If you read my last post, you know how much I love just the right song.
5. Dudes, would you rather have a big dick or a good sense of humor? Ladies, nice tits & ass or common sense?
This one is a no brainer: COMMON SENSE. Too many people are walking around with oo little of that, and it drives me CRAZY!! I really don't have too much in the way of "T," so I can't say I'd miss it. But I'd sacrifice all this "A" in a minute if the aternative was no common sense!
6. So you've been invited to an all expense paid Blogger Prom in the Bahamas. You're sitting at a bar on the beach. WHich blogger do you want to join you for hours of good convo?
First of all, I want to know why blogspot is so cheap... the Bahamas? Oh well, free vacation. But I would have to say that my first choice would be Jarrod. He keeps me laughing all the time, and since I wouldn't really know anyone else, he would dance with me :)
7. Which blogger would you most like to cuddle with on the beach? (And don't defer to your current signinifcant other, either. Infidelity won't count against you. Duh).
Umm, this is isn't really hard either. Again, being relatively new to blogger land means that I only know one cuddle-worthy blogger, the man with the random thoughts. I like to cuddle with him.
8. You're going on a 5 hour road trip... which CDs do you bring?
Lauryn Hill - The Miseducation of Lauryn Hill
R Kelly - TP2
Mariah Carey - The Emancipation of Mimi
Two mix CDs from my collection... maybe one gospel and one hip hop.
9. Would you rather bury your children young or have your children bury you young?
That's a very difficult decisiont to make. I guess I would rather bury my children young. Even though it would be incredibly sad, I would know that God brought them back to be close to Him before they had a chance to experience too much of the sadness and pain that life too often serves up. Even though I wasn't all that young, burying my mother was unbearable. I would never want that for my children. Never.
10. What's your biggest insecurity?
Interacting with men.
11. What's the first blog you read every day... or however often you read them?
PYT. But he's been slipping on the regular updates lately, so then I check Jameil and Russatta because they always have something new and interesting to say.
12. When's the last time you peed your pants?
I honestly don't remember ever doing that. I am pretty sure that it happened at some point, maybe I've repressed the experience, but I just don't remember.
13. Which was better, your first kiss or your first paycheck?
PAYCHECK!!!!!!! I was working at the Pentagon, and say what you will about our President, but them government jobs pay LOVELY!!! The first kiss was in seventh grade with some boy that I thought was unbelievably cute, but now can't even remember his name!
14. Do you have kids? Want kids?
No, I do not have any children yet, but I would love to have some. I used to say that I only wanted one, so anyone who knows me from way back when would be shocked to hear that. But ideally I would like to have two children, and I pray that I will be a third of the mother to them that mine was to me.
15. You get dropped off at home after the office holiday party by your bitch azz boss that you can't effing stand...you exit the car and he peels out, runs a red light at your corner and rolls up an unsuspecting midget. The next day the midget watch groups are on TV outraged at the heartless hit and run, and are calling for any witnesses to please come forward...that half dead midget has a family at home waiting on C-mas presents. Would you take $1000 hush money? $500? $100? A six pack?
Okay, now yall KNOW how I feel about midgets!! I wouldn't even need the hush money -I'd keep quiet for free.
16. Live the rest of your life without your eyebrows or your fingernails?
Oh hell to the naw!!! No eyebrows? No ma'am!! I have such a problem with getting my eyebrows right, that I would have to say that I could do without those fingernails.
17. What makes you angry?
Liars, cheaters, thieves, injustice, abuse of power.
18. What makes you horny?
A soft touch at the base of my neck, TP2, a confident man, thunderstorms, wine, when a man holds my face while he's kissing me.
19. What makes you nervous?
Dramatic change, going on a date with a new man, staring, compliments, first impressions.
20. What makes you smile?
Giggling children, a song from "back in the day," success, a good book on a terrible day, SHOES, my boo (yeah, you), mommy's macaroni and cheese, good food at a good restaurant, flowers, a handwritten note on a scrap of paper, a long kiss.
Whew!! I am tired... but not so tired that I can't come up with 20 questions of my own. So here are some from me to you.... feel free and let me know when you're done...
1. Which was better, your last kiss or your last paycheck?
2. What motivates you?
3. What drains your spirit?
4. What sounds do you love?
5. What sounds do you hate?
6. Which could you do without for one month: your best friend or the love of your life?
7. If you care at all, who are you more mad at: Brad or Angelina?
8. What is the smartest decision you've made in the last five years?
9. What's your primary love language? If you haven't read the book, READ IT, but here are your choices: physical affection, kind words, gifts, quality time, or acts of service.
10. What do you dream about?
11. What makes you shiver?
12. Would you rather be rich and unknown or poor and famous?
13. This one is for the fellas: which do you prefer? A woman who is beautiful and insecure or average and confident?
14. This one is for the ladies: which do you prefer? A man who is packing and misinformed or lacking and creative?
15. Love or success?
16. Peace or passion?
17. Live the rest of your life alone or poor?
Okay, no more... now I'm really tired. Please play :)
Friday, June 09, 2006
This Post Is Brought To You By The Letter "M"... What Else??
Thanks PYT for giving me some me some new crack to smoke.... this "come up with 10 things that start with the letter M" thing is THAT WHITE!! So after my little temper tantrum about your choice of letter for me, here is what I came up with.
1. Music. I love music. The right song can bring to mind the best time of my life. The wrong one (don't you love those on the Russ Parr Morning Show!!) can make me burst into tears in the middle of the interstate. Music gives me the chance to say things that I might not ever get out on my own. So my first thing that starts with "M" is music.
2. Mall. I ADORE the mall. Anyone who knows me knows that I have a problem. Some people drink alone in the middle of the day, some people use ponytail holders to tie off their arm for that next fix, I go to the mall. I love to shop. Shopping makes me happy. There are few feelings in the world like finding that perfect dress that you've been watching for two months on clearance for 60% off. Better than sex. No, scratch that. Better than some sex I've had (but not in the last seven months, so relax baby!).
3. Mommy. If you ever knew me, you know my mommy. She was the BEST mother ever. Not much more to say about that.
4. Mulatto. Please, please, please. People, please pass the word that "mulatto" is not an appropriate way to refer to someone of mixed ethnic heritage. "Biracial" works for me. Some people don't seem to mind "mixed" (I am not one of those people). But MULATTO? That term should have been canned when Gone with the Wind left the penny theaters and massa read the Emancipation Proclamation under Emancipation Oak? One day at work, an old white woman refrred to me as "that mulatto gal." Okay, yeah...... so let's not use that anymore, 'kay pumpkin?
5. Munchkins. I am afraid of them. I'm talking trembling, stuttering, sweating, dizzy afraid. And yes, I know that they aren't supposed to be called munchkins. But whatever.... they are scary little creatures and I am afraid of them.
6. Missionary. I know you didn't think that I meant the people who go to the far reaches of Africa and read the Bible to children with swollen bellies while swatting flies (I know, I know... fast track to hell!). I meant the position. Many people think that the missionary position is boring. But I love it - since I know many of you vould care less about the details, I'll spare you. Suffice it to say that missionary sex can be some of the best sex you've ever had (and yes, better than the mall).
7. Muffin. That's what I call my dog. No, that is not his name, but for some reason I decided one day that he looked like a muffin, so it stuck. No, pit bulls should not ever be called "Muffin" in public. But Stone is my muffin, and if you don't like it, OH WELL!!
8. Mark. My first boyfriend. More importantly, the boy who taught me to believe that men are not to be trusted. Sound a little bitter? Maybe. But that was the lesson, and damn if he wasn't teacher of the year on that one! Oh well... like most high school romances, he probably can't even remember my last name, but I remember him. And I would like to say, "Thanks Mark!" Thank you for showing me that it can only get better with time :)
9. Maybe. What the hell does that mean? "Maybe." Maybe you should be more decisive and pick something a little more definitive. I hate the word "maybe." Maybe because in our house, "maybe" was always code for "HELL NO and stop asking!!" "Maybe" just seems like an excuse to postpone making a decision. Let's band together and ban the word "maybe." Maybe it will catch on.
10. Miss. I've been trying not to think too much about this, but I am going to miss my PYT when I move to New Jersey. More than I ever thought I would. More than he thinks I will. More than either of us ever saw coming. But I am REALLY going to miss him. I'll miss his laughter and his jokes that make mine seem downright corny. I'll miss his apartment and my side of the bed. I'll miss "whatcha doin," "nuttin... playin Playstation, watchin TV." I'll miss the struggle. I'll miss the tongue ring. I'll miss... damn, I'm getting all teary eyed!! I WILL MISS HIM.
Okay, I'm finally done with this thing. It was tough, but I think I did okay. Thanks again for the inspiration :)
1. Music. I love music. The right song can bring to mind the best time of my life. The wrong one (don't you love those on the Russ Parr Morning Show!!) can make me burst into tears in the middle of the interstate. Music gives me the chance to say things that I might not ever get out on my own. So my first thing that starts with "M" is music.
2. Mall. I ADORE the mall. Anyone who knows me knows that I have a problem. Some people drink alone in the middle of the day, some people use ponytail holders to tie off their arm for that next fix, I go to the mall. I love to shop. Shopping makes me happy. There are few feelings in the world like finding that perfect dress that you've been watching for two months on clearance for 60% off. Better than sex. No, scratch that. Better than some sex I've had (but not in the last seven months, so relax baby!).
3. Mommy. If you ever knew me, you know my mommy. She was the BEST mother ever. Not much more to say about that.
4. Mulatto. Please, please, please. People, please pass the word that "mulatto" is not an appropriate way to refer to someone of mixed ethnic heritage. "Biracial" works for me. Some people don't seem to mind "mixed" (I am not one of those people). But MULATTO? That term should have been canned when Gone with the Wind left the penny theaters and massa read the Emancipation Proclamation under Emancipation Oak? One day at work, an old white woman refrred to me as "that mulatto gal." Okay, yeah...... so let's not use that anymore, 'kay pumpkin?
5. Munchkins. I am afraid of them. I'm talking trembling, stuttering, sweating, dizzy afraid. And yes, I know that they aren't supposed to be called munchkins. But whatever.... they are scary little creatures and I am afraid of them.
6. Missionary. I know you didn't think that I meant the people who go to the far reaches of Africa and read the Bible to children with swollen bellies while swatting flies (I know, I know... fast track to hell!). I meant the position. Many people think that the missionary position is boring. But I love it - since I know many of you vould care less about the details, I'll spare you. Suffice it to say that missionary sex can be some of the best sex you've ever had (and yes, better than the mall).
7. Muffin. That's what I call my dog. No, that is not his name, but for some reason I decided one day that he looked like a muffin, so it stuck. No, pit bulls should not ever be called "Muffin" in public. But Stone is my muffin, and if you don't like it, OH WELL!!
8. Mark. My first boyfriend. More importantly, the boy who taught me to believe that men are not to be trusted. Sound a little bitter? Maybe. But that was the lesson, and damn if he wasn't teacher of the year on that one! Oh well... like most high school romances, he probably can't even remember my last name, but I remember him. And I would like to say, "Thanks Mark!" Thank you for showing me that it can only get better with time :)
9. Maybe. What the hell does that mean? "Maybe." Maybe you should be more decisive and pick something a little more definitive. I hate the word "maybe." Maybe because in our house, "maybe" was always code for "HELL NO and stop asking!!" "Maybe" just seems like an excuse to postpone making a decision. Let's band together and ban the word "maybe." Maybe it will catch on.
10. Miss. I've been trying not to think too much about this, but I am going to miss my PYT when I move to New Jersey. More than I ever thought I would. More than he thinks I will. More than either of us ever saw coming. But I am REALLY going to miss him. I'll miss his laughter and his jokes that make mine seem downright corny. I'll miss his apartment and my side of the bed. I'll miss "whatcha doin," "nuttin... playin Playstation, watchin TV." I'll miss the struggle. I'll miss the tongue ring. I'll miss... damn, I'm getting all teary eyed!! I WILL MISS HIM.
Okay, I'm finally done with this thing. It was tough, but I think I did okay. Thanks again for the inspiration :)
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