a girl's whose name begins and ends with "a"

just a quickie, kinda like when they give you the ending of the movie at the beginning.

it was just such a stellar day, that it deserved its own blog.

i woke up early to go to the gym and had a decent workout.

was walking home and was intercepted by my dad, saying that he recognized my "strut" from across the street, i guess it's true that i have a swaggar if the one who gave me life thinks so.

he brought over 2 pineapples (it was 730 am) and proceeded to teach me how to cut it, lovingly cutting out all the "eyes". we had some and a rushed cup of earl grey. then he cut out and went to work.

i went around the corner to my couch where i finished doing my 'research' on In Living Colour, the third season (see myspace blog for those who are members, for those who are not, i recommend it highly, if for no other reason than to read my bloggerations there too) and then had to masturbate. i've become such a fiend..but it was one of my goals, so mission accomplished. and my man lives far away. what.

i got dressed in my tartan mini with the 'queen' patch on the side, my black and white knee socks and fur boots, a black button up and a green vneck sweater vest, and headed to tinseltown to see the new jlo flick, which was quite good. why does everyone gotta hate on jennifer? she's got the range, and she did work very hard from her beginnings as a fly girl to now, starring with robert redford and morgan freeman no less. hero for sure.

i had a taco salad, and finally got the mexifries i've been craving for the past month (i guess i can't rely on jesse to get them for me) and smuggled a bubble tea into the flick.

headed on down to complex with a spare peanut butter cup hoping to find jay jay, but i got to catch up with davis instead, and i had to eat the chocolate around the cup for him. we reminisced over napoleon dynamite moments and when the store used to be on the other side of the water on the other side of the street. don't deny that cat no blueberries. or ask him about triple five soul jeans. whilst shopping, the cousin of the dj that we do not speak of came rollin' thru with his homeboy, and i think actually had the audacity to try and chat me up. so shady, guess it's in the bloodlines. oh well.

next up, to the vpl, where i'm sitting checking friendster, and lo and behold, i get a mensaje from meeses, and we have a reunion that should have happened a long time ago, but bellybutton infections and such got in the way. nonetheless, it was nice that we got to talk and she messaged me from the next table, it was like having a stalker for a moment..it felt nice.

now, i'm blogging to feel like i accomplished something today, other than kick it old skool. peas.