My.Life.

I don't know about you but I hate job searching. The strenuous questions, repetitive answers... uggh. I just spent the majority of my afternoon online job hunting. I took a long, drawn out, 40 minute questionnaire only to be told upon conclusion that "my personality does not fit the job requirements".... to hell if it doesn't!! That company doesn't deserve me or my personality. Hmph! Companies kill me with these "what would you do in this situation.." type questions as if that is gonna tell you if I'm capable of filling the position. How bout you call me in for an interview and see how my personality wows you then? Grrrrr. I'm venting. Excuse me. But you know what? My Father already has it under control. It's already done in his eyes. And no, I'm not talking about my earthly father silly, the heavenly one.

burrrrr.

Anyhoo, today will indeed be deemed as a chill day. The only thing I'm leaving this house for is food. Greedo numero uno. Don't Judge Me. Buffalo has had the pleasure of gracing the streets with mounds of snow. Like seriously. All White Everything. Just like Jeezy says. Lil Hondie is going through shock. She's never been in such displeasing weather conditions. She's been a trooper though. We've been ripping and running all through these streets the past couple of days. I must admit, this past weekend had to be one of the most exciting and memorable weekends I've experienced this whole year. Bold statement I know, but I mean it. It was sort of a spontaneous type of night. Surprises left & right. 

Cory & the the "Everlasting Henny Fluke"
Let's Have A Toast..

So..
Friday 12.3.10 we celebrated Primm's twentyfourth birthday. [Which is really 12.4] I had no clue how my attendance would in any way add to the fun but I decided to show up anyway. We went to this super bourgeoisie wine bar on Elmwood called The Wine Thief. We sat, laughed, and sipped multiple glasses of wine. Well enough to give me and my low tolerant ass a light buzz. From there we went to have cake, moscato, and special Henny. ^_^ The Henny was indeed smooth, strong as hell, and consumed fast amongst the birthday boy and his host of friends. Can you say wasted? What a small world it is because the place we went to ended up being my cousin's apartment. And all can I say WOW. Her apartment is bee-yoo-tee-ful. When I walked in I instantly felt like I was in East NY.. Somewhere in Brooklyn. It gave me that city feel. It was a high rise, look out the window and all you see is lights, pedestrians, and thousands of cars parked  that let you know that Elmwood is indeed the spot to be on a Friday night. Anyhoo, from there we made our way to the club. Social to be exact. Nicccceee. I was already feeling good once I got in but thanks to two amaretto sours, I was where I needed to be and the music seemed to enter and  take over my body. The people around me seemed obsolete, nonexistent. Primm danced the night away. [thanks to Henny] After the club we ate at Louies.. hot dogs on smash son. Yumm. Fuckin gnarly.  Everyone seemed to have got along well. I felt as if I had known them all my life and that was my first time kicking it with them. You gotta live for nights like those. I yearn for another. 

BTW.

Welcome home to Kev. !!!! Thank God that 90 days was reduced to a much lesser sentence. He's done with all that nonsense now. Time to focus on life and prosper on the many blessings God wishes to place upon his life. Worddddd up. 

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Hangover. Wish to never endure such. Two days ago I woke up tainted. Stomach felt like it ran to the store and back without me. Madd agitation and uneasy eggs and sausage from the day before. Clearly the SIX shots of rum caught up to me. Ewwww. After throwing up what felt like the past two week's meals, I vowed to never treat my body that way again. I will at least eat a full meal before picking up a shot glass of any sort.

Trust.