A Self Serving Rant
Okay so I haven't updated this journal since late December. Sometimes I wonder why I do it at all because no one (but Brad) ever comments or responds. But then I realize I do it for myself, for my very own piece of mind...and afterall, isn't that the most important thing? (don't you just wanna say 'stuck up bitch' after reading that? lol)
Lets start with January 18, 2007. This has to have been one of my favorite days ever. Around 5 p.m. on January 18, Jata and I got the keys to our house. Yes people, that's right. We purchased a home. Now, you must understand that, #1 I'm not bragging (not even a little bit)and #2 I'm not being materialistic.I've never owned anything in my life except a busted ass hooptie with a broken speed-o-meter. A house is a big deal for me...especially coming where I come from. Anyone who has known me since fa-eva (fa-eva eva, fa-eva eva) knows where I come from and knows that if anything, that has made me the most humble person you could ever meet. As for the being materialistic part...it's not the fact that I have a house that makes me happy...it's the fact that I have a home. Post Katrina I went from living in the ghetto, to living in a 2 room apartment with 10 adults and 6 children, to being bounced around from one FEMA trailer to the next...to now, when I have a home that no one can take away from me. So naturally, the one thing I wanted to do when I got the keys to my house was roll around on the floor like a 2 year old with my girlfriend and this, my friends, is exactly what I did.
January 26, 2007 was my birthday (oh, and I totally never got to say Happy Birthday to Joey but I really meant to) and I got to spend it in my home with my whole family (Brad & Ryan included), and my wonderfully beautiful girlfriend, Jata. I got totally drunk and laughed with my bestest friend Brad and listened to the Dreamgirls soundtrack (a gift from my baby) and sang Dreamgirls with Ryan...guess which Dream I was? lol Needless to say, it was sexual!
Other than that, my days have just been an endless stream of unpacking boxes and finding a place for everything so everything can be in it's place. And of course, cooking. dun Dun DUN! But it's really not bad. I go to bed every night tired as all hell, but feeling accomplished and proud of myself for making my house a home. Ewww...domestic, I know. But I love it.
I'm so grateful for Jata. I love her more than I ever thought possible. And it's not just that...I admire her too. She thinks like no other person I've ever met. She's so strong and intelligent and determined...and silly. I think that's what I love most about her. Now I have someone other than Brad to act a complete fool with...what more could I ask for?
Oh, and I've been writing more too which is something that makes me extra super happy. For the first time in my life I feel fulfilled...content....happy. I'd say that's something to rant about.
Lena
Lets start with January 18, 2007. This has to have been one of my favorite days ever. Around 5 p.m. on January 18, Jata and I got the keys to our house. Yes people, that's right. We purchased a home. Now, you must understand that, #1 I'm not bragging (not even a little bit)and #2 I'm not being materialistic.I've never owned anything in my life except a busted ass hooptie with a broken speed-o-meter. A house is a big deal for me...especially coming where I come from. Anyone who has known me since fa-eva (fa-eva eva, fa-eva eva) knows where I come from and knows that if anything, that has made me the most humble person you could ever meet. As for the being materialistic part...it's not the fact that I have a house that makes me happy...it's the fact that I have a home. Post Katrina I went from living in the ghetto, to living in a 2 room apartment with 10 adults and 6 children, to being bounced around from one FEMA trailer to the next...to now, when I have a home that no one can take away from me. So naturally, the one thing I wanted to do when I got the keys to my house was roll around on the floor like a 2 year old with my girlfriend and this, my friends, is exactly what I did.
January 26, 2007 was my birthday (oh, and I totally never got to say Happy Birthday to Joey but I really meant to) and I got to spend it in my home with my whole family (Brad & Ryan included), and my wonderfully beautiful girlfriend, Jata. I got totally drunk and laughed with my bestest friend Brad and listened to the Dreamgirls soundtrack (a gift from my baby) and sang Dreamgirls with Ryan...guess which Dream I was? lol Needless to say, it was sexual!
Other than that, my days have just been an endless stream of unpacking boxes and finding a place for everything so everything can be in it's place. And of course, cooking. dun Dun DUN! But it's really not bad. I go to bed every night tired as all hell, but feeling accomplished and proud of myself for making my house a home. Ewww...domestic, I know. But I love it.
I'm so grateful for Jata. I love her more than I ever thought possible. And it's not just that...I admire her too. She thinks like no other person I've ever met. She's so strong and intelligent and determined...and silly. I think that's what I love most about her. Now I have someone other than Brad to act a complete fool with...what more could I ask for?
Oh, and I've been writing more too which is something that makes me extra super happy. For the first time in my life I feel fulfilled...content....happy. I'd say that's something to rant about.
Lena