I was right.

It is partially PMS' fault that I'm insane.

I'm feeling better today, thank heavens. All that wanting to cry sissified shit was getting on my last good nerve. I can't wait for this period to be over. I swear, my body is trying to get me knocked up. All I want to do is fuck. All day, all the time, no matter what. This is ridiculous. Thank the lawd for batteries.

I'm on an insane hunt for a townhouse though. I don't even care about the 6 bdr over the mountain range anymore... I just need to get offa my block. The ex is haunting me. Its those brown eyes, everytime he looks at me it does me in. As long as I can avoid him I'm okay. But I can never avoid him for long. So the search is on.

UC is good at calling when I least expect it. He was still with his fam on a computer that is obviously lamer than mine. That computer was ultra slow, so I checked on him and went on my merry way (to sleep... thanks an.a.prox). Then he called me. I wasn't expecting that. I love talking to him, I swear it's like I've known that nigga since I was 10 or something. He's just a cool person. Told me I had to go party with him... was like "nahhhh, I don't get down like that." Him and the Pirhanas drink like fish when they go out. I'm too much of a lightweight. And I'll be damned if I get to strippin and it ain't no money involved, lol. But I'm actually feeling a little better about seeing him whenever that does take place. It could be the drugs though. Hmm, I don't know if he's still planning to come in March, and I'm damn sure not gonna ask. But that call was a nice surprise though, especially since I'd been battling with the memory of my ex.

Well lemme go to work while I'm still feeling good.