Life is funny.
I am sick as a dog with a stomach bug.
It feels like the devil’s incarnate mega hell stomach bug.
I am throwing up, feeling normal, and then throwing up again.
Let me not get into the shittin’ aspect of it all.
It is absolute hell.
But even during all that I realized something about this shit called life.
No pun intended.
I was sitting at work today,
looking and feeling like hot shit on a death plate,
when my co-worker came and brought me cupcakes because it was her birthday.
Everyone pitched in and bought her a platter of birthday cupcakes.
Since she is cool with me, she bought me a whole plate.
Super Duper Chocolate
Brownie with extra fudge
Peanut Butter Crunch
… the works.
I could not eat not ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!
I am on a strict “Get Well” plan and if I even ate one, it would be a wrap.
Isn’t that just ironic?
Now I could have been sitting in the office feeling well, hungry with the biggest sweet tooth, and this would not have happened.
But as soon as I’m not allowed too, here it goes.
I notice the same with trying to find a dude I’m even interested in.
You can look and look and not ONE will be there.
You walk out the door and the finest dudes are walking past you, not even noticing you (since many of them are straight).
But as soon as you are in a relationship or say ‘I’m not looking‘…
HERE COMES THE WOLVES OF YOUR DREAMS.
It is like God removes the invisibility shield and you suddenly look like a shiny new toy.
I noticed when I was chasing females and not even paying attention to dudes,
I was getting hit on left and right.
AND FROM WOLVES I LUST FOR.
They were all on me and I had them coming out of downlow character with the obvious, if I do say so myself.
I had an NBA rookie at the time following my ass around in the mall when I was window shopping with Star Fox.
It was only because their pickup signs were going way over my head.
Even when I was just meeting Wolves and not really looking to be scooped,
kind of treating them like:
“Ha, yeah, ok, aight, & what’s ya name again?”
… and as it should happen, the tables turned and they were
fiending looking for me.
I wasn’t giving up the booty AT ALL.
(well maybe to a couple lucky contenders)
Blowing up my phone,
Yahoo/aim (you name it) trying to get my time of day.
Now – *crickets*…
Why is this?
Is this God’s way of making jokes?
If so, I’m not amused.
I have become too desperate and need to go with the flow like before.
When I wasn’t looking, I gave off an air of nonchalant.
I was just doing me and concentrating on Jamari Fox.
Now, my nose is so wide open for a Wolf that he can smell it a mile away.
And then it happens: The Turn Off.
I got to figure out what I USE to do and go back to basics.
Just a random thought entry.
Nothing too serious.