I'm confused. I've always been in control of my destiny, I never allowed anything to stand in the way of what I wanted and felt that I deserved. But what do you do when the lines of friendship get blurred, smudged by the hand of doubt and guilt and unrest
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*starts unstrapping the stillettos from her feet, notices the flashing cell phone on the night stand, sees it's your number calling, picks up*
*in a high-pitched tone* Ceeeeeee! how you doin'?
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How are you doing sweetie?
*She sprawled herself out on the couch, and waited for a reply*
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I'm not surprised. I don't know how you manage to stay up past eight o'clock any night.
*starts wrangling with the other shoe*
eh, I'm... okay. a lot on my mind lately. seeing Tommy the other day didn't help improve my mood much, y'know?
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I don't know how I do it either.
And I don't know why you get yourself all worked up over little things that don't matter. You know you deserve so much better.
*gets up, and walks into the kitchen and opens the fridge, examining all of it's contents*
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*makes a face* yeah, I know he doesn't matter. but sometimes I feel like I don't know what does matter and what's just a waste of my time.
*gets up from the bed and walks into the hallway towards the kitchen* I honestly don't know how you do it, girl. I couldn't manage a husband, baby, and nightly shows like you do - hell, I can barely manage a boyfriend. or my own FRIENDS for that matter.
*flips on the light switch disgustedly* ugh. I'm just so frustrated lately.
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Mariah, when you find the right one..you'll know. That's where you're supposed to be. And it doesn't matter how exhausting it is. Or, anything. It's a different kind of exhaustion. It's, a good exhaustion..
And you don't manage your friends. Your friends will be there for you, no matter what. And if they aren't then they aren't really your friends to begin with.
Most of our friends are all the same. We all have a busy life style. And..that's how we relate to each other.
You're just tired. Confused. And it sounds to me like you need a break.
See? You have me being all Motherly on you.
*she pops the diet coke open and takes a long sip and the burps in Mariah's ear*
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*pulls a bag of banana chips towards her and shakes a couple out onto the tabletop*
you know that fight with Marshall I told you about? he sent a Christmas gift to my apartment, told me that I had a heart of gold... *trails off*
*sighs* but I knoooowww you're right. you always are. I'm supposed to be on a break right now, but I've been out and around every day since I got back from Vegas.
*giggles as you burp* yeah, Ce, real motherly. how'd Rene Charles get to be so lucky?
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You do have a heart of gold. Maybe that was his way of telling you that he's sorry. Maybe he thinks that he can buy your love.
I don't know. Soon, he'll be burping and farting. And he'll think it's the funniest thing ever.
Maybe you should come and stay with Rene and I. So you can have some relaxation. We can go to the spa, and, um. Go to the strip clubs. And, um. Go..to the casinos. I never get to go to the casinos and I live here.
*takes another sip of her diet coke, but refrains from burping*
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*laughs* my love don't cost a thing. JLo's love, on the other hand, really doesn't cost a thing either because she told him she was in love with him. and he's in love with Britney, even though she hasn't been around. and Beyonce's in love with Shawn, and Shawn's not in love with anybody. *laughs again*
how am I supposed to maintain my sanity when everyone around me is crazy? *shakes her head, smiling*
I'd love a weekend away. but they added a couple more dates to the tour, so it looks like I'm gonna be going through March at least. and Rene smells. *grins*
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I think you all should just go and egg Eminem's house..
*kicks her shoes off, and then takes yet another sip of the diet coke*
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yeah, he is a player. but you know they say, you can't hate the player, you gotta hate the game. and I hate it, all right. *crunches on some chips* I tried telling Jenny that she deserved better, but she wouldn't listen. and Bey... *sighs lightly and trails off*
*with her mouth full* I'd be afraid that Britney'd send her giant bodyguards after me if I dared egg their house.
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Britney wouldn't do that. And you shouldn't really do it, just hire someone to do it for you.
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you don't need to know English slang. it's dirty and stupid and not worth knowing at all.
*sits back down at the table, leans back in her chair and fiddles with one of the butterfly fixtures on the chair leg* Jenny's crazy. in a good way. I can't help but love the girl to pieces.
*smiles at the Britney comment* you're right, she's too much of a sweet Southern girl. maybe Rene Charles can help me out in the egging department in a few years.
*takes a sip of tea* I think I'm supposed to see Shawn soon.
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And I'm sure Rene Charles would love that but please don't get him arrested.
Shawn? Yeah? How do you feel about that? Oh wait, I know. Or do I?
*jumps off of the kitchen counter, and quietly walks into the living room, and checks to see of Rene and Rene Charles are still sleeping.*
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if I ever managed to get your son arrested I'm sure that you could slip the police office a signed copy of 1 Fille and he'd get off so clean.
*tosses another chip in her mouth and chews thoughtfully* well, it depends about Shawn. what do you think you know?
*blushes in spite of herself*
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