He is getting too comfortable.
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My Christmas was one of the best I had in a looooong time. Although I admit that it felt very weird waking up on Christmas morning in my very quite apartment instead of at home. This is the very first time in my whole life that I was not home on Christmas morning. I got a little emotional that mornig when I realized I was at home by myself. But then I realized how early it was and I went back to sleep. When I woke up the second time, I was ok. I went to my Mom�s house later on in the afternoon. My Mom and brother had already exchanged presents, so they just gave me mine. I got everything that I asked for. I was happy. My brother and I went to the Kings game. We had a good time. Lil bro is maturing. His whole trip out here he has been acting like he has some damn sense. The last few years, we have not been getting along because he was so rude to me and my mom and some of our other family members. He would piss me off by coming in my Mom�s house with his raggedy ass hoodlum friends and smoke weed, in my Mom�s house! He would smoke in her car, drive around drunk and would not help do shit. Don�t ask me what happened cause this year he is actually helping out around the house (when asked of course) and at least he aint smoking in the house, now he goes outside. Lil Bro and I usually don�t get along and get into at least one fight when we are home for the holidays. I try to maintain my cool because it hurts my Mom really bad when she sees us fighting. Especially since when we were growing up we were so close. Anyways, things between me and Lil Bro have been good. We have not been fighting. And we had a really good time at the Kings game (even though they loss). --------------------------------- Okay, whenever I get a chance to help out another black person I do. That�s what black people are supposed to do, right? I try to support the few black book stores in Sac and other black businesses when I can. My dentist is black and has his own business, my beautician is black and she has her own business and my tax man is black and he has his own business, oh and of course he is my Dad too. My Mom mentioned to me last week that she was thinking about refinancing her house. I knew just the person for her to work with. D. D works for a black real estate company. And D specifically does refinancing. So I figured I would be nice and throw a little business his way. I called him up last week and told him that my Mom was interested in refinancing her house and that she wanted to speak with him. Later this week they met at my Mom�s house to discuss business. I told D not to fuck this up with my Mom because I would never hear the end of it from her and she will likely refer him to her friends and some family if he does a good job. Now my Mom is one of those folks that could make friends with the damn devil himself. She is just a very friendly outgoing person. Nothing like me..just kidding. But she really is a sweet person sometime a little to sweet for her own good. Friday, I decided to go shopping (big ass mistake). I am so sick of people and there non-driving rude asses. While I was out and about D kept calling me. He thought something was wrong with me cause I was not calling him back. I was at the mall with 50 million people and didn�t want to fight the noise and the people and talk on my cell phone at the same time so that was why I didn�t call him back. Sounds like a guilty man to me, what you think??
The third time D called me yesterday, I was on my way home. He was supposed to come by later that night so I decided to go rent some DVD�s (to play on my new DVD player that Santa Mom brought me). While I was at the video store, my Mom calls and asks me what I was doing. I told her I was at the video store. She then asks me if I was coming by the house cause D was over there. What the Fuck??? I thought my Mom was lying since I had just gotten off the phone with D not even 20 minutes ago. So I told her to put him on the phone. Sure enough, the Negro was sittin up at my house eatin a freakin ham sandwich that MY Mom made him! I pick out my movies and go over to my Mom�s house. D is sitting at the kitchen table chatting it up with my Mom and looking thru old picture albums. I think D is getting a little too comfortable and it�s all my Mom�s fault. I told D a few weeks after we met about the holiday party that my family has every year right after Christmas. D asked me if I was going to invite him. I told him flat out NO. While we were at my Mom�s house, she was talking to me about the holiday party. She took it upon herself to invite D. Which pissed me off because I have no intention what so ever of inviting D to meet my family. Not now and not any time in the near future. Later that night, D asked me why I did not want him to come and meet my family. I had to explain to him that I made the mistake of bringing a guy home a few years ago. My family still asks about him even though we have been broken up for over a year and they all know this. Besides D and I just met not too long ago and at this point the he has not proven himself worthy of meeting my family. I think I may have hurt his feelings. He laid in the bed the rest of the night not saying too much to me. Oh well. Oh and did I mention that all of a sudden D is driving a rental car. He claims that he got a good deal on a rental car for the week. What the fuck ever! Either he gave �ol girl her car back or she found out he�s fucking around and took her shit back. Either way, I could care less. Martha and Buppie, thanks for the advice. At this point, I have decided to keep D at a distance. I�m still working on my detective skills cause I am determined to find out the truth. I hate to use people, but D offered to pay for my Tahoe trip so for now I�m going to keep him around until I can�t stomach his lies anymore. |
12:50 p.m. || December 28, 2003 |
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