Wednesday, October 30, 2002
waah!
So umm, why am I sick again? Like last night, when I came back from getting some of my hair re-braided, my body totally shut down. And it hasn't started back working yet. I feel like hella weak. I'm thinking it was maybe the dramatic weather change form TN. to FL. or something. But I don't know, because I was never under exposed while I was up there... hmm. I want my bed, my mommy, and some of that, "good tea," that I no longer have the ingredients to make.
Apparently that thing I do when I think about someone for a bit then they call works. One of my favorite people that I haven't spoken to in forever (see a trend here? The people I actually care about are the ones that I suck at keeping in touch with) emailed me. So I'm a little sketched out. Why? Umm, don't ask please. I just am. You'll just have to smile, nod, and take my word for it. But yeah, it's kind of creepy how I've been, "thinking people into existence." Like Mr. Nice Guy. I told that story a while back right? How I was washing the dishes, hadn't spoken to him in decades, and he called out of the blue. For clarification's sake, these aren't former sp.’s that I haven't heard from in a while...I know how that game works, but yeah, these are/were non-scrumpers. Layers, man. But the whole Mr. Nice Guy situation I don't get. It's like why are some of the nicest/most attractive people so freaking boring? I mean, I'm compromise (ha!) on some things. But I don't care how wonderful you are, if I make a big, "oh boy," sigh before I answer the phone when you call, because I know you don't have ish to talk about, that's a bad sign. And I won't settle for that. There are too many people I could be talking to that don't call me to listen to me breath. Feel me?
So I'm trying to sweat out my fever at work...that's gross. I came up in here in a hoodie and some sweatpants. (I wish). But no, I do have on an excessively thick hoodie to keep me warm since of course I have a fever. I swear, I'm like a baby when it comes to fevers. I get them from headaches, stress, everything. And I'm pretty much a healthy person. No allergies, no cooties.
Ok, I really need to go do a Christmas layaway. I've finally learned that it's the smart way to do it. You know how you know when' you're getting old? When Christmas is exciting because of what you get other people. My mom says I should, "commit to a manwhore for the holidays." What an example huh? She says I should hook up right around now and break up right after V-Day. That's so wrong. I would never do that though. It’s better to have friends that you exchange gifts with not out of obligation, but because you just care and want to. Ok, enough of my " 'Tis the season," Hallmark crap.
All this typing... at least my hands still work...
.: posted by Princess Portia 8:23 AM
Tuesday, October 29, 2002
take me to another place...
Remember that, "Tennessee," song by Arrested Development? Well it's been in my head since I got back. Why you ask? Because I keep having to recount my trip. Not complaining, just whining. I have a fever, and I don't know why. I feel like I'm catching a cold again, and that makes absolutely no sense. I was just sick. Maybe I have scrump fever or something...no telling.
Ok, ok, fine, I'll tell you about my trip. I'm not feeling all floetic or anything because I just did like 6 essays at 5 this morning. Ok, so it was cold, but in a good way. I bought hella clothes. My moth is o.k. Dr. Y's wife and kid are cool as hell, and I'm like officially, "a family friend." The country music is easier to avoid that I anticipated. The clubs suck (even on TSU and Vande's homecoming weekends!) unless you're 4'9 742 lbs. with green and lavender weave. I'm not playing. And there were hotties. And they were sweating the fat Boqueesha chicks. Trauma, man. But the cab downtown was like 3 dollars, and I got to sport the sexy winter clothes. And the GAP in Green Hills Mall was showing me much love. And the J Crew with the $.85 panties. That's 85 cents, not dollars. I'm talking even the little cutesy sexylicious thongs. And the low rider one's for the low-rise jeans. SO yeah, basically I shopped, slept, ate, drank (water, man!), hung out in Borders while being sexually harassed by Vanderbilt guys, sexually harassed the Georgetown football team that was staying in my hotel, (Made for a more interesting continental breakfast...stop thinking nasty man!) finally got to see some freaking mountains, went to a gentlepeople's club, (jigga wha?!? I'm kidding man...they had a $16.00 cover, and I won't even pay $7.00 to get into a night club!), and I think that's about it... at least all that I think I'm going to share right now. I have a few interesting anecdotes, but I also have carpal tunnel so those will have to wait.
Whoa, so people like missed me while I was gone. My buddy Bacardi...umm...I mean Absolut, umm...I mean, "Dr. BB." .Yeah, that's your name now. At least as long as I remember. Congrats, you have received your first shout-out...unlike you I won't advertise the site until it exists though. Heh. :op
Ok, no more inside stuff. I need a nap, but my hair needs some attention as well, so I'll be heading over to the braid shop to get my, "kitchen mopped." Some of you will get that. All my brown girls and boys. Not trying to discriminate...just don't won't to elaborate on the nappilisciouness of the back of my head at the present moment...
I need a kiss. Ok, now this is going to sound weird, and maybe it's just a Portia thing, but have you ever had one of those moments where you just want to kiss someone new? Like, yeah, I know there's a, "person or two," that I could call that would be willing to oblige. But it's not fun if it's not that semi-nervous first-time kiss. But then you risk the trauma of their method of snogging being totally incompatible with yours. That, or you discover that people don't call them, "Hal," for no reason. Ok, blah, blah, blah...the attention span s going...going...gone.
.: posted by Princess Portia 4:32 PM
Wednesday, October 23, 2002
ugh It's almost Tennessee time! But we'll talk about that later. I'd like to take a moment to rant about this fool right up in the vicinity of my cube:
Boqueesha Jenkins: Ms. Jenkins, 22 year old mother of two, likes to spend her time clipping her toenails in her cubicle, giving herself a French pedicure in her cubicle (in a skirt), calling Dr.'s offices in South Florida to inquire about the price of butt implants/fat transfers, checking out the Department of Corrections website only to discover that the guy she has out driving her 3 months past due car payment car has a warrant for his arrest and has been convicted on multiple counts of grand theft, doing background checks on the guy she spends all her two little girls' diaper money on discovering that he's married, and just plain being lumpy and nasty.
Grrr...this chick makes my skin crawl...I have more to say, I'll be back...
.: posted by Princess Portia 2:11 PM
Tuesday, October 22, 2002
hee
Oh my goodness, that show crank yankers is still funny as ish...just thought I'd share that. Ok, that's all for now..I'll be back after a few sho...err seconds...
.: posted by Princess Portia 9:35 PM
Monday, October 21, 2002
jazz, sleep, and other stress relievers...
I finally got my archives page working like I want it to...we'll see how long that lasts. Since I haven't posted in like 48 years, I can't remember what I wanted to share. Thursday night I went out with the old devil's other ex-girlfriend/ "baby momma," and her new man. It was fun. Different, but fun. I swear it was, "girl's gone wild," up in that club. Too many "x’Ed out," females for my liking. I'm not used to girls trying to, 'give me suga." heehee. But yeah, I had fun. I haven't ralphed in a while, and let's just say fish is so un-sexy the second time around.
You know there's so much information available online. That mess is actually scary. You can find out who you know that's been arrested (too many) and what they were arrested for. Having had a confrontation with, "the man," over some mess I didn’t' do, and eventually having the mess dismissed, this somewhat annoys me, because technically, I was still arrested, so this crap is visible to whoever knows how to find it. Oh well, at least I didn't actually do anything. Seriously though, why couldn't I be on the for something exciting like, "lude and lucivious (sp?) Acts," or for public nudity or something. Nah, I'm not a criminal; I shouldn't be on there at all. But still...
You know, I'm usually pretty good at interpreting a man-whore's intentions...but some folks these days have a cloudy vibe around them. I'm not usually that girl that has some guy head over heels into her and she's completely oblivious. But it seems like that's the case now. Someone I thought was coming at me in a totally friend-like fashion has tried to kick to association up a notch and I'm like, "jigga wha?" I'm never that unobservant...freaking Shakespeare and Mass Communications crap is hogging all of my brain cells. Speaking of brain cells...nah, we won't go there.
SO lately I've been having this thing w/man smell. No, nothing gross...just the whole men's cologne/pheromone thing. And I find myself getting easily annoyed with guys w/no smell...who smell like just some white, "no harsh colors/dyes/scents," soap. Men should smell like something, just like women should. Some chicks want their men to be all Sean John'ed out (or whatever brand is big now...I don't pay attention to that crap), I just want a guy to smell pretty...err handsome. That’s definitely a much cheaper request. I seriously need to clean my room. Messy Room: The New Birth Control. Not really, but hmm. But yeah, I think subconsciously I'm trying to wait until I get my new bed (which I really should have already had). What I really need is a chest-of-drawres. Haahaa...she said drawers. I have waaaaaaaay too many clothes. '
SO 15 minutes and I've said like nothing of substance...gotta love it. I just have essay-writers remorse. It's like any thought/time/typing I put into this should be applied to the 4 freaking Shakespeare essays I have due. It’s almost Tennessee time! I've bought lots of sweaters, and taken all of my boots out of their boxes. I need to find my camera. mm..maybe I'll actually post some new pictures when I get back...I've been a scrub about that. What I really need to do is get my raggedy ass computer fixed so I can actually use my DSL and web cam. I'm so cheap when it comes to the important stuff though. I need to find some good-smelling computer knowledgeable dude to, "help me out." Hehe. You know, install a video card in my PCI slot. Increase my modem speed. Heheh. Ok, I'll stop.
Leroy Jenkins is seriously not getting it. But then, neither are some other people. We won't go there though. We'll stay on, "neutral territory. I don't know who gave Mr. Jenkins a memo that stated that flowers and food are the way to my heart (now you know good & well it's liquor and Buffalo wings...or not). But he keeps trying. I'm talking creepy. I have a feeling after this is all over and he finally gets it, we won't even be able to be friends. I just don't want what he's offering!
On a sexier note, I saw Mr. Sesame Street this weekend. I am officially going to ruin away with him and have 12 of his pretty little babies then kick him to the curb. Eww...just kidding. But no, he kicks hella ass...but I seriously just like looking at him. I can do without the phone conversations. Just sit there and be sexy. Is that wrong? Is it? Ok, I'm getting sleepy... Back to my nap...err work.
.: posted by Princess Portia 10:47 AM
Wednesday, October 16, 2002
once upon a time...
Before I get into my post, let me get this out of the way...yes I bought to American Idol CD, and yes I’m going to the concert...now shut up and stop laughing. Seriously, stop!
It's been a busy few weeks. Weekend included. Yeah, the weekend that began like five days ago and is now long gone...sorry man, I was, "busy." Hmm.this weekend. Whoa. It definitely was productive, eventful, and left a smile on my face. Tiffany came down on Friday and we hung out, went hot sauce shopping, and attempted to partake in some later evening recreation, but to our dismay, the social setting that was selected was catering to what appeared to be a more, "mature," crowd. So we went home and passed out. Saturday...umm...Mr. Jenkins is a persistant little fella. Not the bad kind though, the charming, flattering, "whoa there pickle!" type. But then there's Telly. Not Tally (like Tallahassee...actually it's Miami by way of Tallahassee, and that's not who I'm referring to). But yeah Telly...did I mention that that's his real name? You know, I'll start back calling him Sesame Street...less personal. But yeah, him. Interesting. Very, very, interesting. He's a very well mannered laid back kind of dude, which makes him all the more attractive. Oh! Have I ever mentioned Wal-Mart dude? He cracks my ish up... we're seriously just going to be friends. I love the Wally world whopping 10 % discount, and he smells good. Only thing is, he's a big movie person, and I am as well, but I'll watch it when it comes out on HBO...a girl has to get her money's worth. But no, he's my fishing buddy. Ok, enough about my male friends... wait, one more thing...nevermind.
So it's mid-term week and thus far everything is going smoothly. But then, my Shakespeare essays are due on the24th (or is it the 29th?), so next week will be, "the week." It's freaking 40 degrees in Tennessee this week! What if it gets colder before next Thursday?!? I have Florida Winter clothes, and I wasn't scheduled to buy my cute, high quality, so warm I can only wear it like 2 times in Florida throughout the entire cold season jacket for like another month. I went cold weather shopping last night...I figure this trip is a good excuse. I'm excited, all of my, 'cold weather boots," wouldn’t have been able to be pulled out the closet for another 2 months if I wasn't traveling. Maybe it'll snow. Does it snow in TN.? That would be hella amazing, what with me never seeing snow and all. I'm thrilled about this seeing mountains thing. I've never seen a big hill for goodness sake! Maybe while I was in Spain, but then, I was so young I wouldn’t remember anyhoo, and we don't have any pictures with hills/mountains/whatever in them. Dr. Y is an anal traveler, I can already see that. He's confirmed, reconfirmed, and confirmed again...but then, I'm not complaining...I appreciate his orderly attitude. I have another confession...I bought a used copy of the Spice girls CD with all the songs that aired on the radio. Shut up. Please. Don't remind me. It was only $5.00, and sometimes you want to sing some strange ish in your car on the way to work. Don't clown...
.: posted by Princess Portia 9:13 AM
Monday, October 14, 2002
Columbus Who?
0 Years
8 Months
6 Days
16 Hours
32 Minutes
27 Seconds
Until My 21st BIrthday!
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It is currently October 14th, 2002 7:27:33
So apparently today is a holiday. I'm at work. Getting paid double time and a half, but I would go home and sleep for free! I'm sure I"ll be back to post later since I have absolutely nothing to do but sit here an stare at my monitor for 10 hours. Ciao para ahora!
.: posted by Princess Portia 8:32 AM
Friday, October 11, 2002
Oh yeah, have a good weekend.
.: posted by Princess Portia 5:11 PM
ohhhmmmm
You know, I remember when I was a young wild sex kitten and would stay up until 3 a.m. living out all sorts of nymphomatic lush fantasies. Now I'm up until 3 playing Monopoly. Ain't that some ish? Hmm, back in the good 'ol days. It was fun though. I wonder if I would say that if I lost. Ah well. The Tiffany is coming to hang out tonight. "Like old times sake." We don't have any definite plans, but we dn't really need those. Who needs plans when you can sit around and (with slurred speech) say, "so what do you (hiccup) want to do?" with the reply, "I don't know, (burp) what do you want to do?" This continues until we end up lying opn our backs listening to the first 112 CD, or just falling asleep. Now that's good times, man. Seriously though, that's like old school story of our lives. I'm actually excited though. Just wish my kitchen were already clean. Amen for Greased Lighting (tm) and Dawn Ultra (tm). I am sooooo sleepy. Like, fighting off crankiness sleepy. So before this turns into some hellacious rant, I'm out.
.: posted by Princess Portia 5:11 PM
Wednesday, October 09, 2002
absentee ballots
You know, I though absence was supposed to make the heart grow fonder. I guess it's not always the case.
Whoa...Nelly. Umm Telly. Umm. Never mind. Can you say not only fine but charming and smart and successful and, and, and...let me stop gushing. You know, once again I've been neglecting some really awesome friends. And I've also been trying to neglect some not-so-happening people. I just want to sleep. Well somewhat. I've pretty much come to terms with the fact that I'm going to be exhausted until I retire.
Have I mentioned yet that I hate when people outside of family (between 11 am and 7 p.m.) show up unannounced? I don't care if your come, "bearing gifts," it still makes me sick. I just thank God that some of the people currently rotating around my planet either don't have transpo or don't know how to get to my apartment...there would be some serious awkward/dramatic situations. But back to what I was saying. So I go to work at 7:30 a.m. on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. So as I mentioned a few days ago, Leroy Jenkins has regained his insanity and is harassing me again. So I was nice and tried to have a friendly conversation with him the other day, and I was talking mess about my schedule and how I need to by some more Boost shakes or something because I never have time for breakfast so I'm sick by lunch time. Ok, So when I step out of my door this morning, Guess who is out in the parking lot with Denny's take-out for me? If you guessed Mr. Jenkins you're the grand prizewinner! Now yes, this was a sweet gesture, but umm...scary. And I still had my sleepy-man voice. So of course I wasn't at work at 7:30, once again. But it's cool since no one gets here until 8:30.
I had to step away from this post for a minute to go get a flu shot. This is my first one, so I was all clueless. I'm feeling a little lightheaded/blurred vision right now, but I think I'm fine. I can’t believe they actually make you hangout in there for like 20 minutes after you get the shot to make sure you don't have a, "reaction." Creepy. Speaking of creepy, I need to start planning my costume for our costume contest at work...
There was something else I was going to say, but of course I forgot...
.: posted by Princess Portia 1:53 PM
Tuesday, October 08, 2002
free stuff!
My dentist, "Dr. Y," who I happen to be madly in love (lust) with (but not really) has a test for certification to open up his own practice, and he needs someone he can do an extraction on... I just so happen to have a wisdom tooth that's perfect for the job, so I get to go to Nashville with him (all expenses paid for a thurs-sun), plus he's paying me $200.00 for helping him out...not to mention I get to be rid of this wisdom tooth...that'll be 2 down, and the 2 impacted one's (ugh) to go! It's going to be me, him, and one of his nursing assistants.
You know, last night I could have sworn I edited this, but I guess not. I said some other stuff, but I forgot.
.: posted by Princess Portia 5:30 PM
Sunday, October 06, 2002
wait...one more thing...why oh why oh why did Leroy Jenkins call me today?? Why does he still have my number? Why was he trying to see me? Why did he say the "R" word? Ugh.
.: posted by Princess Portia 9:53 PM
just give me the light...
That last post? Umm...you see, "what had happened was..."
Not a bad weekend, if I may say so myself. HBO on Demand is like the greatest thing in the t.v. world besides the Food Network. You can order all of HBO's shows and a couple of movie premiers for one flat rate a month. Since my basic cable is included w/my apartment, can afford the splurge. So I watched all of season 4 of Sex and the City today... that can't be good for you. Wohoo...there are some hellafied hotties at Saturday hotel conferences. Have you ever noticed that the finest guys have the strangest names? It's all good though...even in Telly is a name of a character from sesame Street with a face/smile/physique like ol' boy's his name could be Dinkley Doo for all I care. Mmmt Mmmt Mmmt Mmmt Mmmt. Beautiful.
Moving right along...
Why am I feening for some Taco Bell. When does that happen? Oh yeah, I remember when.
"This is your brain...this is your brain on...umm.. "tea." Any questions?
Ok, this post is becoming more, and more pointless by the moment. Hope it was a good for you as it was for me. Be easy...
.: posted by Princess Portia 9:49 PM
Saturday, October 05, 2002
shaving while inebriated and other things girls shouldn't do
umm...howdy doody doody readers. What a weekend this has been thus far. You'll have to excuse any inability to interpret portions of this post...(at least until I spell check on monday) cuz umm..."jolly ranchers," are not so bad. So yeah. It's getting hot in herre, and I'm not too long from the other part of the lyrics, but I had some ish on my mind. Or did I???
Umm...sometimes we do things and say things that are definitely the best for us as far as meeting our needs/acheiving our goals...but at the same time...the discarding of those options or eliminating those things isn't necessarily always a comfy procedure. For lack of a better means of communication, it sucks. I know whats best for me...and when I see that something doesn't fall into that, "best for me," category, I usually leave it alone....but what if it's not that easy??? What if I'm a selfish sumonobich and would rather suffer through some drama that share something that even though I only partially wanted, I did want it at least alittle bit?? That's what I wanna know. Umm..next subject...the ner India.Arie is awesome. Chick couyld seriously like just represent me if I lost all ability to communicate for myself...she is so in my head. ...That's all for now..to be continued on a less inbriated note....toodles...
.: posted by Princess Portia 3:34 AM
Tuesday, October 01, 2002
silly, silly, Portia
Oh goodness. I have a cold. Or the West Nile Virus. Either way it sucks. At least I have an excuse to drink orange juice. What else was I going to say??
.: posted by Princess Portia 4:47 PM
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