Poof.

I'm off to do bad things.
VERY bad things.

Chicken and Waffles AGAIN tonight.

Pseudo-Lesbo.

Ok, so why is everyone in Boston gay?
Like, literally gay.
EVERYONE.

If I get hit one by ONE MORE lesbian... I just might like it.

Spirits, man.

So, I've been pretty whack these fast few days. I can't stop smoking, or sleeping, or doing other things that I shouldn't be. It's becoming a real issue and it needs to stop. Like, now.

I feel so TIRED.
I can't fall asleep before 1am.
I can't wake up before 6am.

I don't see my friends anymore. I'm starting to evaluate my relationships with others. Is it worth keeping a friendship that's hollow and purely surface. Can I hit up any of my friends and ask them for advice? Help with Moo? Right now, I'm not so sure.

OVERALL, I'm done.

Uppy-dates.

(Wow, I forgot I even started this thing...)

Well, a lot has changed in a month, however I'm not willing to go into detail about every little thing. I'll just give you bullet points:

- Got in contact with a long lost relative, my uncle Jody.
- Met my dad's new wife, Miss Jannah.
- Celebrated the anniversary of giving birth. Marley is officially 3 years old!
- Figured out what I want to do with my life. Graphic Consulting! (I think I made that up.)
- Got a new boyfriend AND managed to stay friends with my old one.
- Mom just learned that I smoke, and now I feel "dejected."
- Undergoing a two-month "health regime." No more decadence for Alaysia.

That's pretty much it.

Emeril says, "BAM!"

Nelly spent the weekend at his grandmother's house, so I got a chance to relax a little. I got my hair done and I went out Saturday night with my girls.

White Rastafarians and drunken fat men in Cambridge make a fairly dull night eventful.

Especially when the drunken fat man looks like Emeril Lagasse.