I know, I said I was finna do better but life has a way of make your words a joke.
It’s been a rough time of it since I last posted and not all of it is finna be shared. But there are some good things happening right now.
So I am in love with a Shih Tzu named Belvedere. I am presently sharing him with my ex-better half but may have to dognap him and keep him full time!!! He is a terrorist at best and I love him all the same. Firstly, he is 11.1 pounds and 36 inches long tip to tail. And at the size of him when he humping my life-size teddy bear, 10 inches is pure doggy. He loves pulling my clothes out the hamper to curl up and sleep in them. And toss over the garbage. His underbite is almost as adorable as his big brown eyes. And he like to chew his toys and nasty smoked bull penis on my foot or cock his leg up on me when I sitting down. When I get home he makes me feel like I was gone a month and he can’t wait for us to sit and catch up. By catch up, he means he ga lick my face, chew my ear like bubble gum and if he really wanna be bad, race crazily round my room jumping on any and everything including me.
I went back to church and have sung quite a few solos since I joined the chorale (the young folks, not a senior dry up choir) and I on the URSHER (yeah, that’s how I spelling it) Board!! So I a work in progress but I ain ramming religion down no one throat, I just strengthening my relationship with God. I’s a work in progress though. I be backsliding and stuff. But at least I trying.
I joined a local repertory company and will be in an upcoming play. After many years of saying I was gonna do it. Yesterday was my second practice and the director asked me to do one of the opening lead parts.
YAY ME!!!!!!!!!!!
That is an additional 18 pages of dialogue where I have to play a stuck up colour struck young girl. I fashioning her after one of my chorale members who I can’t stand. And then the other part is at the end where I am a very ignorant mother who more interest in TV than my kids. I know both roles are a stretch for me, but I look forward to them immensely.
Now, my next favourite thing going on with life now is how the receptionist and the other secretary in here at war with each other. They both trying to see who head to get furthest up the managing partner’s ass. The woman disappears when she turn sideways so you could imagine how funny it is in here watching the Grizzly Bear Belcher (receptionist) and Cranky Pants McLateass (secretary) go at it. Cranky Pants don’t answer the phone when Belcher calls her or hangs up on her quickly. Belcher calls just to pissedy her off and hangs up on her half way thru talking. And they fall over each other making tea and driving boss lady around. Or picking up her kids and parents and shit.
Whoooooooooooooooooo!
They too funny. Did I mention the Belcher ruder than fuck to errybody except the bosses? Them people on the phone sometimes hang up on her so they don’t have to hear how rude she is. Grizzly spends more time away from her desk eating or running to three or four food stores or even the gubment clinic in the middle of the day. I needs to get her paycheck cuz I always doing her friggin’ job I swear. I ain’ driving no one at $5.73/gallon. I don’t want drive mysef to work.
So my 50 yr old fuckwad brother finally working. Bitch-ass still miserable tho. I told him take the hotel job. He like overtime and fucked up hours and what not. But instead he have more of a manager position that he hated more than air right now. Too friggin’ dumb. I don’t feel sorry for he ass.
And the 40 yr old waste of sperm in stateside is one ass. He is such a write off man… he all bout pining for his on-again off-again harridan of an almost-ex wife that he has convinced himself that he deserves (idiot) while she here going out with one wildebeest looking nigga. All I cud do is laugh. When I tell him bout the dude. My brother (knowing of everything in creation) says “oh, they only friends. It ain’t like that”.
Bro!
You in the US and she here and been complaining before she left bout not getting any and now you can’t even get a phone call?
LOL right!
I can’t feel bad for him. I have talked to him repeatedly about this. And to top it off when i tell him of things in my life, he ain’t supportive of me. I had my first solo of radio broadcast a few months ago. I made people in the church including our chorale cry. Some likened me to Shug Avery in “The Color Purple” when she went back to her daddy church and was singing from the road and drowning out the choir. I know I did well. I worked tirelessly on it. My Ride or Die sister gushed as she had her co-workers listen online and all. But my brother… this jealous self-absorbed ass ga say I was “sing-screaming so he didn’t understand what I was sayin”.
Nigga…
Fuck Nigga…
Why come you is the onliest one that couldn’t understand me?
Bitch-ass!!!
(Sorry Lord, I trying but he vexated me)
Then when I told him bout the part in the play. he tell me that’s nice but aren’t you a little old for that now? And I don’t see why you so impressed with the founder of the company. He just a sissy.
Well I start seeing purple and orange stars from clenching my jaw. My response was. He a Bahamian hero that I look up to. That I impressed him leaves me humble and appreciative. And you sir, are an ass.
Well I guess that is all for now. Can’t remember anything else I want to share.
