That joke never gets old.
Woke up this morning at 3 something AM. I know it was 3 something because when I woke up, I looked over at my clock and thought "What the fuck!? Why am I waking up at 3 something?" And then, not 2 seconds after I had this thought, I got a text message. Crazy, huh?
And no, it was not a "booty call" text message or anything of the like. It was my bank telling me I got paid.
So don't go thinking I roll like that.
Cause I don't. Currently.
Kidding.
So, I have some confessions.
#1. Love me some Justin Timberlake. Especially his current CD. I really don't think there is one song on it I don't enjoy in some way or another.
#2. I have been watching... MTV. Stupid reality TV and my absurd love for it. I may need to seek some help.
and the last one...
#3. I gots to dance. Some way or some how. I just have to. And very very soon. It's in me y'all and it wants to come out. Details to come, I'm sure.
2 comments:
Are you psychic or something? That waking up and then getting a text message is freaky as hell.
Every single time I call my mother, she says she was just about to call me. I think she's psychic. I mean, it's not like I have a pattern of when I will call. Weird. I wish I'd gotten that psychic gene. But then again, I don't want to be awakened at 3:00 in the A.
Actually, have you ever considered your mother isn't psychic, she's just extremely obsessed with calling you? It's like when someone asks if I want them to pick me up a frosty at Wendy's and I say, MAN! I was just thinking about how I want a frosty from Wendy's! . . . except I pretty never have a moment where I'm not thinking about wanting a Wendy's frosty. I don't really care about the burger or fries. Just a spoon and a straw will be fine.
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