is this normal?

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10/10/06 is the day!

no, it won't be my anniversay with my semi-exclusive boyfriend, but the day i see the best darn guy a gal could ever have peform--nick lachey. yes, i know i'm 25. and i also know i'm black. yup, and corny , too. but i love that guy and will support him to the very end...or until he says the n-word. oh, and my sister is coming too. no, she's not my adopted younger white sister, but my 26 hr old married sister and mother of my 6 month old neice. and trust she's just as excited as i am. and also know this will not be the 1st time my sister and i crooned with fellow pimpled faced-glitter wearin-i shop @ wet seal -teeny poppers. when i was 20 and she was 21, we drove almost 2 hrs in the sweltering heat to watch o-town -remember "all for love" , "liquid dreams"? no? well, they were hot for about 6 months! anyhoo, they were performing at walmart's parking lot.

it was free and probably their last performace...sad, huh?

you should never read texts drunk.

yup.

so,i get a text fwd this past weekend from my homie who's visiting cali that read "fwd: special report. police are arresting all hoochies with good coochies. run bitch run. they already got me." haha, i know, funny, right? well, of course it is when you;re sober, but when i initially read that i saw nothing but danger. and i , in an intoxicated state, incoherently tell my boyfriend (er, guy i'm , uh, sorta exclusively dating. ahem) this news during a 2:00 am binge fest at ben's chilli bowl. here's a reenactment

me: my friend is in jail. i gotta save her
him: what?
me: they're after her! i gotta go.
him: where is she?
me: california! (i do recall sayin " california" as in "duh! california, where else, dummy?")
him: oh. [ignores me and starts eating my chilli cheese fries]
me: i don't even know what jail she's in. she's not picking up.i hate california. so stupid and pretentious
him: yeah...babe , can you get me some more water?
me:she's such a good person, too. man, and she smart. she went to brown. brown ppl don't go to jail. well, brown ppl do, but not brown university students.
him: she's gonna be alright
me:i'm too tired. let's pick her up tomorrow- where da fuk are my fries?

rice is hard

(the university , too)



i can whip up bombass lasagna, lemon chicken w/ a pinch of garlic, and fried chicken made of special K cereal, but when it comes to rice, i just fuck it up. it turns out burnt and undercooked-how does that happen? i mean, really. i follow directions(sorta), but i refuse to believe that's it. there has to be some trick yo' mama taught you. my mom says there isn't a trick, but im convinced i had this fairy god mother who put a curse on me...the curse being, "her rice will be damn'd--forever!" [insert lightening] .anyhoo, my fairy godmother was upset w/ my mother b/c she didn't invite her to my baptism! mmhmm! i also believe in unicorns...but i digress.

someone please find me a toad frog prince.

i [also] can't hate you anymore

ok, why am i still mourning a relationship--nick and jessica? this can't be normal. everyday i watch montages that fans have made of the former couple (via youtube.com). and i, as ashamed as i should be admitting this, search google on the latest of the two. ok, i should delete this blog and pretend i'm actually normal, but i need help. well, these folks who actually spend the time creating these montages need more help, right? ah, who am i fooling-

[searches web for "team lachey" shirts]