Monday, July 14, 2008

The story I promised

Here's a little story of something that happened sometime ago. The names that I am about to mention are not those of real characters so good luck guessing........in the end everything would be based on your assumption...I not callin any names!.....lol......so here goes nothing....I hope he doesn't get mad with me buh hell, daz life........lol......maybe I should write a poem on him too, or sing a song......hahaha!!!! right!!!!


If I could take back what I said about Jesse I would but that’s just not possible. (OMG there’s ants on my toi…focus Fayt…Gosh I have such a short attention…..oh there’s where I put that thing…know how long I was looking for my pen?……oh yea right....)

At tennis yesterday, Leona (my bff) learnt about what had happened the day before. How I was left standing in the rain that Friday afternoon (not exactly. It was quite sunny) waiting on something that would never show up. It was like waiting for the perfect man….…Anyways she disagreed with the fact that I should move on from Jesse so soon. She said that there was a good reason why there wasn’t even a txt to say ‘I ain’t coming back’. She also said that he is interested. Of course I had different views….How would you feel if someone you had a crush on told you they were coming back and they never showed up? Devastated I tell you!!! Simple: he was just not interested at all…

Later that evening I got in trouble (again) because I was late for the first time ever for a show at Victoria Park. Hey it isn’t exactly easy for a girl to be runninng around the house (literally) in heels looking for a brush and eye shadow! I geh cuss the night before for eating Ramen, cuz I was hungry….pshk nothing new……Jesse had not planned to come inside of the park for some strange reason, so I had to find a way to get outside. My original plan was to ‘forget’ something in the car, but I did not have the chance to leave anything that belonged to me. Fortunately I left behind, unintentionally of course, some neccessaties. (Ah geh cuss again fo dat). For once I didn’t mind…right according to plan…

I didn’t want to go all the way to Aunt Jobes parking lot all by myself, so what you think I did next? I asked my friends buh dey say no. So I asked my last resort, Jesse (I know right, last resort?….I just wanted another reason to enjoy the night more….faith they say it is?…..lol). He arrived a phone call, a plee and a few minutes later, dressed in Jeans (duh!! Didn’t really expect him to be in tights), and a striped t-shirt. A smile was comfortable fit onto my face and when he explained why he hadn’t returned I found yet another reason to hate Leona. She’s always right!)

What caught me off gurad was the mere fact that he offered to help me with the little bags I had…..how nice…..When I jumped over a pot hole, the facial expression that swept across his face was priceless…..he thought I had fallen. Ha! Prob would have if I hadn’t jumped…..next thing you know my heel geh stick in some random hole…..plz!



You know what happened? I accidentally hit him in the 'restricted area'. No not that one....the other one......How embarassing indeed. I mean I thought his back was a little lower. That poor hand and back-of-my-head- eye coordination. That wasn't me I tell you. It was the Malibu and Pine.....buh then again, how could I really miss that........

For the rest of the night we kept each others company (most of the time that is), and I occasionally ran away to talk fart with my friends (that skank convo was a killer……buh we had to stop cuz Foxy was getting freaked out…...) Time and I had settled our differences for I was granted more than enough of it to do whatever I wanted, which included the analysis of his hands…..I even leaned on his sholder (damn heels…I love you!) All the nitty gritty details will remain a memory. Everything else is just a memory…..How Rhonique won, I couldn’t say. Did the other contestants deserce whatever award they received? Why ask me? I had better things to do than to watch oh so boring show…….I use to think Beer was disgusting once upon a time….until I met Mr. Whiskey…….:) But hey pineapple juice taste nice tho…and anything creamy and white is good for you…..(a drink……)


So what does all of this mean?


Well let me give you an update. Due to lack of….I don’t even know……..I now have no Mr. Potential. Now I’m back to square one…..You know, I really regret not forwarding those stupid love chain emails like they told me to, but hey, I guess 10 years of bad luck in love isn’t all that bad now is it??......Sad huh?



Btw this is not the original story....I left out a good bit of stuff.....lol.........they would've made the story a bit more interesting but.......ttyl.....

I'll be addingg new artists to my list of Fav Artists right there on the right hand side....On these pages you'll find a few pics, some videos and of course music.....I'm going in alphabetical order ( I think).....so there's your first.....Aaliyah (I'll be adding Against Me! and Akon later tonight)......

Ciao....

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