JAMAICAN CHOCOLATE?
10:32am
I decide to stay in the bed to finish the last half of Harry Potter. I'm going to stay in this bed until I finish the last 300 pages of this book. I won't eat, I won't answer the phone or give Pooter any attention, she has enough food and water in her bowl....I'm going to see how long it takes to finish this book. I'll occasionally switch positions to avoid bedsores and fart to remind myself that I'm actually living. This will be fun! I will escape to the world of the Half Blood Prince and forget about the fact that I'm overdrawn in my bank account, have no cash on me or gas in my 2004 Mercedes. Fuck it. I will stay in this bed all day and read. I'm going to hide from the sunny August Saturday and bury myself underneath my comforter.
2:30pm
Who am I kidding? I need to get the fuck out of here...I have no men in my stable and I need to start recruiting. GET OUT OF THE BED.
2:51pm
I move from my bed to the computer desk. I go online to check my banking account. Maybe Dumbledore flicked his wand and desposited money into my account. I would be able to put gas in the car and walk around the mall in Emeryville. My account information flicks on the screen; $-11.97. Well, at least it isn't overdrawn by over $100. I think I'm in pretty good shape! I remember the petty cash check in my purse that I need to cash for the office...I could cash it use it to get me over until I get paid and just put the money back later......I'M GETTIN' OUT THE HOUSE!
4:12pm
I decide to deposit the $95.60 in my account and only took out $20 for myself. I will be able to get gas, walk around the mall and buy something nice to eat and go home and watch my netflix movies. I walk out of the supermarket branch feeling like I'd just won the lotto. Without thinking I head to Starbucks. I'm now visualizing myself walking down the EmeryBay Mall with a cold clear starbucks cup. When it's my turn to place my order, I get a call from my best friend, who's in Connecticut, barely surviving her first year residency. The girl behind the counter looks at me and rolls her eyes, assuming I can't do two things at the same time. Bitch. I consciously take my time to talk to Nima and look at the acned shit behind the counter..."Oh, I'll have an iced green tea w a touch of lemonade, unsweetened. She looks at me waiting for me to tell her what size and I tell her the smallest. gotta save room for my big meal later on. I give her a $10 bill and she literally throws the change in my hand with an evil smirk. I guess I deserved that.
4:20pm
Nima's conversation now focuses on the fact that we're still without a significant other, while other women around us are getting married. I recall a conversation I had with a male friend. He told me I'm alone because I refuse to settle. I guess this is true. "If you settled your minimum expectations, you would be with someone right now, but you would be unhappy right?" I share this revelation with her and we encourage each other with praises of our successful lives, good sex lives and curse the fact that we're not attached. While sitting on the bench talking with her on my cell, I catch the eyes of two men walking towards me. They are scum, My radar immediately informs me as I look away. "Man, look at those big ass titties..." My radar has never let me down.
5:58pm
I head out of the mall and drive to the Jamaican place to get Escovish Fish, rice & peas, plaintain and a dumpling. I have $15 left after putting $5 in my gas tank. Before I get out of the car, I check myself in the mirror. I have absolutely no make up on and my facial hair stubble has cast a beard shadow. Oh the fuck, well. I usually come across cute men when I visit the Jamaican place, but today, I'm not thinking about it. My jeans and top are accentuating my curves and that's enough to enforce the fact that I'm the shit.
6:03pm
I strut into the food court, slyly looking at the taken men making eyes at me. They're looking at my breasts, no doubt. I guess that's a good enough distraction from the fact that I have no make-up on to cover my beard. I get to the counter and order my food. I spot the cook in the back. His dark skin attracts my attention, but my growling stomach brings me back to the woman in front of me taking my order. We exchange brief conversation and she hands me my food. As I turn to leave, chocolate begins to flirt with me. We flirt with each other and then start talking. His thick accent causes "mini-me" to pulsate. I love a man with an accent. I share with him that I'm from Jamaica also. Well my parents are from there, but I was born here = "Jamerican". We find out that our families are from the same area. We exchange numbers and I head out, adding a little switch to my walk to ensure he catches my cheeks jiggle. Oh, he'll definitely call. A prospect! This is good! Now I know that I'll have a date within my future.
7:46pm
I go home and am greeted by Pooter who is circling my ankles, sniffing my earlier travels and waiting for me to give her a treat. Another Saturday date with Pooter, Netflix, take-out and a bottle of sangria. I guess this beats Harry Pooter, I mean Potter anyday. Reminscing on my earlier conversation with Nima. When it comes to being with someone or not, I'd rather be alone than unhappy. A sense of hapiness sweeps over me as I begin to appreciate the little things in my life.
9:21pm
I watch Bus 174, eat my fish and down a bottle of Sangria. This is the life. Chubby Chocolate signing off....oops, I almost forgot...HAPPY INDEPENDENCE DAY JAMAICA!
I decide to stay in the bed to finish the last half of Harry Potter. I'm going to stay in this bed until I finish the last 300 pages of this book. I won't eat, I won't answer the phone or give Pooter any attention, she has enough food and water in her bowl....I'm going to see how long it takes to finish this book. I'll occasionally switch positions to avoid bedsores and fart to remind myself that I'm actually living. This will be fun! I will escape to the world of the Half Blood Prince and forget about the fact that I'm overdrawn in my bank account, have no cash on me or gas in my 2004 Mercedes. Fuck it. I will stay in this bed all day and read. I'm going to hide from the sunny August Saturday and bury myself underneath my comforter.
2:30pm
Who am I kidding? I need to get the fuck out of here...I have no men in my stable and I need to start recruiting. GET OUT OF THE BED.
2:51pm
I move from my bed to the computer desk. I go online to check my banking account. Maybe Dumbledore flicked his wand and desposited money into my account. I would be able to put gas in the car and walk around the mall in Emeryville. My account information flicks on the screen; $-11.97. Well, at least it isn't overdrawn by over $100. I think I'm in pretty good shape! I remember the petty cash check in my purse that I need to cash for the office...I could cash it use it to get me over until I get paid and just put the money back later......I'M GETTIN' OUT THE HOUSE!
4:12pm
I decide to deposit the $95.60 in my account and only took out $20 for myself. I will be able to get gas, walk around the mall and buy something nice to eat and go home and watch my netflix movies. I walk out of the supermarket branch feeling like I'd just won the lotto. Without thinking I head to Starbucks. I'm now visualizing myself walking down the EmeryBay Mall with a cold clear starbucks cup. When it's my turn to place my order, I get a call from my best friend, who's in Connecticut, barely surviving her first year residency. The girl behind the counter looks at me and rolls her eyes, assuming I can't do two things at the same time. Bitch. I consciously take my time to talk to Nima and look at the acned shit behind the counter..."Oh, I'll have an iced green tea w a touch of lemonade, unsweetened. She looks at me waiting for me to tell her what size and I tell her the smallest. gotta save room for my big meal later on. I give her a $10 bill and she literally throws the change in my hand with an evil smirk. I guess I deserved that.
4:20pm
Nima's conversation now focuses on the fact that we're still without a significant other, while other women around us are getting married. I recall a conversation I had with a male friend. He told me I'm alone because I refuse to settle. I guess this is true. "If you settled your minimum expectations, you would be with someone right now, but you would be unhappy right?" I share this revelation with her and we encourage each other with praises of our successful lives, good sex lives and curse the fact that we're not attached. While sitting on the bench talking with her on my cell, I catch the eyes of two men walking towards me. They are scum, My radar immediately informs me as I look away. "Man, look at those big ass titties..." My radar has never let me down.
5:58pm
I head out of the mall and drive to the Jamaican place to get Escovish Fish, rice & peas, plaintain and a dumpling. I have $15 left after putting $5 in my gas tank. Before I get out of the car, I check myself in the mirror. I have absolutely no make up on and my facial hair stubble has cast a beard shadow. Oh the fuck, well. I usually come across cute men when I visit the Jamaican place, but today, I'm not thinking about it. My jeans and top are accentuating my curves and that's enough to enforce the fact that I'm the shit.
6:03pm
I strut into the food court, slyly looking at the taken men making eyes at me. They're looking at my breasts, no doubt. I guess that's a good enough distraction from the fact that I have no make-up on to cover my beard. I get to the counter and order my food. I spot the cook in the back. His dark skin attracts my attention, but my growling stomach brings me back to the woman in front of me taking my order. We exchange brief conversation and she hands me my food. As I turn to leave, chocolate begins to flirt with me. We flirt with each other and then start talking. His thick accent causes "mini-me" to pulsate. I love a man with an accent. I share with him that I'm from Jamaica also. Well my parents are from there, but I was born here = "Jamerican". We find out that our families are from the same area. We exchange numbers and I head out, adding a little switch to my walk to ensure he catches my cheeks jiggle. Oh, he'll definitely call. A prospect! This is good! Now I know that I'll have a date within my future.
7:46pm
I go home and am greeted by Pooter who is circling my ankles, sniffing my earlier travels and waiting for me to give her a treat. Another Saturday date with Pooter, Netflix, take-out and a bottle of sangria. I guess this beats Harry Pooter, I mean Potter anyday. Reminscing on my earlier conversation with Nima. When it comes to being with someone or not, I'd rather be alone than unhappy. A sense of hapiness sweeps over me as I begin to appreciate the little things in my life.
9:21pm
I watch Bus 174, eat my fish and down a bottle of Sangria. This is the life. Chubby Chocolate signing off....oops, I almost forgot...HAPPY INDEPENDENCE DAY JAMAICA!
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