Deep Thoughts… by Mary Handey
I don’t like a lot of cutesy talk and nicknames. Not there is anything wrong with that stuff, I just don’t like it for R and I. This is probably in no small part to the ex-hub having a new nickname for me every other day. *shiver*
Usually, R and I call each other honey or baby (ironically, when I’ve done something really airhead-ish is when R breaks out the “baby”) or we often resort to each other’s last names.
I know! That last one is weird. If you saw R and I in real life, you’d hear me call him his last name over his first any day of the week. Same goes for him.
Typing that seems so… not loving. But it is, in our weird way. I can handle that. We mostly do it when we’re being sarcastic. And R and I? Are sarcastic pretty much every moment we’re awake. I think my sarcasm is one of the things R first fell in love with. Either that, or it was this ass! It’s a toss up.
One thing I hate is when R refers to me as “dog”. Reason being: I’m not his dog, I’m his girlfriend.
It’s one of those things you wish could let slide when it happens, because I know R is trying to be cute when he does it. But, I can not let it slide. I feel the need to say something. Every time.
I will haven’t heard from R in a couple of days and I’ll get a text that will say, “What’s up, dog?” And I stop being worried about him and start getting irritated - within seconds.
I just realized I also hate being called “bitch”. Not that R calls me bitch. When he’s been highly irritated with me, he’s called me “bitchy” before… and, well, let’s say that will start a fight anew. I think I probably don’t like being called anything dog-like.
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R texted a while ago and said he was going to call later. Wonderful. We haven’t talked ON THE PHONE in about 2 weeks and tonight just happens to be one of those nights that I feel incapable of saying much more than, “I missssssssssss youuuuuuuuuuuu…”
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Got new self tanner. It said on the bottle it smells like limes. Yeah. ROTTEN LIMES. But I have to say, I’m liking the color so far. Check back with me later. I’m so white that I need to see the color right away - so I can correct it! I have to say this one seems to be holding up rather well… and sort of gives a nice sheen to my legs.
Watch me wake up tomorrow a mottled mess and hate it.
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I’m on a save money kick. Okay, not as much save money as - “Bee, start taking care of those bills and stop acting like your ass is independently (Ne-Yo’s new one) wealthy.”
I decided instead of getting a pedicure for my bi-weekly treat (new thing), I’d do my toes myself and take a few items into the cheap-o dry cleaner by my house to be pressed.
After the fourth re-application of toe polish, came to the conclusion the professional pedicure is worth the money it takes to keep my ass in one place until the toes dry. Aggravating!
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I hate a lot of fish. I especially hate a lot of frozen, microwavable fish. But have decided this Lean Cuisine meal is one of my new favorites. Too bad I can’t take it to work since I don’t want to be the one stinking out the break room.
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Remind me to never let my apartment get as disgustingly messy as I did this past week. Would y’all believe it if I told you I still hadn’t unpacked my bags from San Diego? TWO WEEKS AGO? No wonder I fell off the Wardrobe Remix wagon.
See, I know better. I know when I’m depressed how much more depressed a messy ass house can make me but, sometimes, it’s like I can’t help myself. Shit stacks up on top of more shit. Dishes pile up in the sink… and all I feel capable of is laying down and not moving. It’s not a good feeling. Must stop.
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I’m excited for Robin Thicke’s new album. I know at least one person who isn’t, though, and that would be R. I wore the shit out of Mr. Thicke’s last cd when R and I went to Mexico last year. To the point R would probably cry if he ever heard the man’s voice again. But, no matter, I love this song. Enjoy.
P.S. I could swear he sings, “All I got is coffee all around me…” Addicted much?