If it ain't broke...

Damn. So the Honey Bear is defunct.

But I still love it. Unfortunately the "fuckin" control is the one that is broke. I tried to do some extra special electronics work on it and... well... it's still broke. But it's broke in a good way. So I'm not mad at it.

I mean, I could do a commercial for it, thats how much I love it. The jelly one pales in comparison. However, it is much more suited for inconspicuous transport to the workplace. That being said, I am not alone here at work. My friend opted to make the ride. So we bid Honey Bear adieu and off we went to work.

Lunchtime shall be the shit.

UC called me yesterday. I thought that was so sweet of him. I was stuck at the church function with no dinner, starvin like Marvin. But it was very nice to hear his voice. Maybe I was too harsh concerning his comment about us insecure people. Or maybe not. I don't agree with that shit. Which, I found out was the basis of the email that the raggedy snitch used to tie me to him. But I'm not gonna get on that, although that shit pisses me off. Maybe she thought she'd get a finders freebie fuck for "enlightening" the UC. I don't know. Anyways... not talking about her. So we talked for a few minutes and then I had to go because I could smell the dinner so I knew something was crackin. But that made me feel all fuzzy, because I hadn't called him and for once I wasn't thinking about him (constant dick, no matter what the source, can remove all inconsequential bullshit from the mind). But it's so nice to know that he was thinking of me. Well I'm not gonna think on that too much either... I don't wanna get all stupid about him again because someone might think it would be nice to tell him that I'm on the internet proclaiming my undying love for him, or tell him I'm about to wear out my batteries. I swear... if folks is that damn concerned, then take up a love offering for my batteries. That makes more sense than trying to start shit between two friends.

I mean, how weird is that? What if he figured out who the fuck I was based on that stupid ass email? How would I be able to talk to him as a friend? I'd be mortified. I'm glad he didn't read the whole fuckin thing. Because he'd know for sure. Thank god for mutual friends who have my back. Ugh. Ain't thinking about that shit... gotta turn this into a mantra so I don't get all angry over some stupid shit.

*chanting*

I aint thinking about that shit... I ain't thinking about that shit... I ain't thinking about that shit...

Lemme go work. I have to waste time until lunch! Oh fuckin yeah!