Thank God for paydays
Today I got a phone call from my bank. Went a little something like this:
"Lana?"
"Yes?"
"This is your checking account..."
"Oh wow, to what do I owe this pleasure?"
(loud crying)"I just wanted to thank you..." (voice breaks) "THANK YOU! You don't know how much it means to me to have a positive balance again. Did you get paid?"
"Why yes, yes I did."
"Oh, thank God, I thought it must have been a mistake..."
God bless America ladies and gentlemen. Lana has money again.
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Today we had a potluck. Usually I don't participate in them because there is invariably pork in everything. You know, it amazes me what people put pork in nowadays. Even cake has bacon grease in it, it seems. But today, David made a breakfast quiche with TURKEY ham, miracle of miracles. Toni made sausage links with 100% BEEF sausage. I think maybe it might be snowing in hell.
This weekend will be my first try at the Muhammad Speaks bean pie recipe. It calls for two cups of cooked navy beans. Who's the dumb ass that went and bought, sorted, soaked and cooked 2 BAGS. 2 cups... 2 bags... hmmm. Mebbe I should stay the hell away from the kitchen.
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Tonight, You Got Served opens. I cannot wait to see this movie. I haven't been this excited about a movie since Attack of the Clones. But can I go and see it tonight? HELL NO. Why? Because last Friday, Saturday & Sunday I took out my braids. The end result was a mixture between Buckwheat and Medusa. I have subjected myself and my co-workers to a head full of unruly naps all week. Frankly, I don't think it's fair that an otherwise pretty cute chick such as myself should be reduced to down right UNATTRACTIVE just because my hair isn't done. But this is my truth. I have faced it, and accepted it. But it doesn't mean other people have to look at me. Call me vain, but I refuse to go to the movies looking this way. What if Omarion sees me?! So... the boys will have to wait until I am beautiful again, tomorrow. Tell you how desperate I am to have pretty hair again, I am getting up at the gawdawful hour of 7.30 AM to have my hair beat back into submission.
I was actually kind of digging 'the natural' for a sec there. I washed and conditioned it, and after I'd finished crying over the huge wad of hair that I'd combed out, my naps felt soft, and wavy and cute. See, the key word is that they felt soft and wavy and cute. What they looked like, is a cross between Buckwheat and Medusa.
So... tonight will be Hollywood Video night. Antonio Banderas (mmmmmmmmmm) LL Cool J (ahhhhhhhh) and a shitload of vodka, Kahlua, and cream. Then, tomorrow when I'm gorgeous again, I will go GET SERVED.
Salaam
"Lana?"
"Yes?"
"This is your checking account..."
"Oh wow, to what do I owe this pleasure?"
(loud crying)"I just wanted to thank you..." (voice breaks) "THANK YOU! You don't know how much it means to me to have a positive balance again. Did you get paid?"
"Why yes, yes I did."
"Oh, thank God, I thought it must have been a mistake..."
God bless America ladies and gentlemen. Lana has money again.
~*~*~*~
Today we had a potluck. Usually I don't participate in them because there is invariably pork in everything. You know, it amazes me what people put pork in nowadays. Even cake has bacon grease in it, it seems. But today, David made a breakfast quiche with TURKEY ham, miracle of miracles. Toni made sausage links with 100% BEEF sausage. I think maybe it might be snowing in hell.
This weekend will be my first try at the Muhammad Speaks bean pie recipe. It calls for two cups of cooked navy beans. Who's the dumb ass that went and bought, sorted, soaked and cooked 2 BAGS. 2 cups... 2 bags... hmmm. Mebbe I should stay the hell away from the kitchen.
*~*~*~*
Tonight, You Got Served opens. I cannot wait to see this movie. I haven't been this excited about a movie since Attack of the Clones. But can I go and see it tonight? HELL NO. Why? Because last Friday, Saturday & Sunday I took out my braids. The end result was a mixture between Buckwheat and Medusa. I have subjected myself and my co-workers to a head full of unruly naps all week. Frankly, I don't think it's fair that an otherwise pretty cute chick such as myself should be reduced to down right UNATTRACTIVE just because my hair isn't done. But this is my truth. I have faced it, and accepted it. But it doesn't mean other people have to look at me. Call me vain, but I refuse to go to the movies looking this way. What if Omarion sees me?! So... the boys will have to wait until I am beautiful again, tomorrow. Tell you how desperate I am to have pretty hair again, I am getting up at the gawdawful hour of 7.30 AM to have my hair beat back into submission.
I was actually kind of digging 'the natural' for a sec there. I washed and conditioned it, and after I'd finished crying over the huge wad of hair that I'd combed out, my naps felt soft, and wavy and cute. See, the key word is that they felt soft and wavy and cute. What they looked like, is a cross between Buckwheat and Medusa.
So... tonight will be Hollywood Video night. Antonio Banderas (mmmmmmmmmm) LL Cool J (ahhhhhhhh) and a shitload of vodka, Kahlua, and cream. Then, tomorrow when I'm gorgeous again, I will go GET SERVED.
Salaam