Despite the fact that's it's Friday, I find myself on the verge of melancholy, and this time I'm not sure why.
I'm usually good at figuring out WHY I'm in a bad mood and this helps me to snap out of it...but this time...

Slight C.O.T.
Why must I be so mindful of of others' feelings before I speak?
Why can't I learn to cut with a sharp tongue when the urge hits me?
If someone hurts me, why can't I let myself make them hurt like I do?
.....
I just went over to the window and looked out. It's raining, and there's an old woman standing barefoot on the sidewalk with all her things in 3 plastic bags.
Makes me realise that
a.) I'm young, warm and dry,
b.)I really don't have ANY problems and
c.)that I should quit my whining and cheer the %$@* up.

Only now, I feel worse than ever.


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Yesterday was a gooood day!!
What with all the presents and the not-so-surprise birthday cake from my coworkers (I had to bring my own candles, but that's cool).
And thanks for the b'day wishes, all you bloggers!

But the REAL highlight of the day was when I made the DHL guy (the one who doesn't really talk to me)
give me a birthday kiss!!!
Never mind I had to give him some cake and the kiss was only on the cheek, it was still a very soft, sweet kiss. I wouldn't mind another couple. :)

Go, go, go, go, go Daanie,
It's my birthday!
Yup, today, it really IS all about me!!!
The Attention-Seeker pointed out that I should be getting flowers delivered to the office, and be taken out to lunch and all that. Schuuups, I refuse to let her make me feel bad. I'll just go out and get my OWN damn flowers and lunch!

C.O.T.
Ladies and gentlemen, may I present to you, one of my favourite songs right now....

Fever For The Flava - Hot Action Cop

Do you think that I can get some chickie chickie
Maybe gets a little finga sticky sticky
You my electrical lip balm flava
I gotta do ya until the next song saves ya
And can I get a little zip zip lookie lookie
Can I get a little uh uh nookie nookie
Hey whatcha say, it doesn’t matter anyway
You won’t do another ’cause you’re getting with me

She got the power of the hootchie
I got the fever for the flava of the cootchie
And did I mention, hey pay attention
Gonna take that bootie to the nudie dimension
I got the green glow under my car
I got the boom boom system you can hear real far

[Chorus]
Oh hey hey hey hey hey hey oh pretty pretty shy whoap
Oh hey hey hey hey hey hey oh pretty pretty fly whoap
What do I have to say to get inside girl what do I have to say

Can I get a little yum, yum kitty kitty
Just a little sumthin sumthin itty bitty
Do you wanna get triple x groovie
Gimme gimme some of that kinda movie
And let me spin ya like a record wicky wicky
Let me get you butt naked licky licky
Here we go yo here’s the scenario
Gonna strip you down like a car in the barrio

Ya got the power of the hootchie
I got the fever for the flava of the cootchie
I’m your lovey dovey bedtime playa
Call me the super sexy boogie man slayer
I got the green glow under my car
I got the boom boom system you can hear real far

[Repeat Chorus]
I got the fever for the flava of a cootchie
Yo hey ma yo hey ma yo hey mamama hootchie
I got the fever for the flava of the cootchie
Yo hey ma yo hey ma yo hey mamama hootchie
Whoap Whoap Go!
Do you think that I can get some chickie chickie
Maybe gets a little finga sticky sticky
You wanna suck it like a bong hit wacky
You gotta be my First Lady Jackie

She got the power of the hootchie
I got the fever for the flava of the cootchie
Let’s party hardy and rock n’ roll
We drink Bacardi and smoke a bowl
I got the green glow under my car
I got the boom boom system you can hear real far

[Repeat Chorus]
I got the fever for the flava of the cootchie
Yo hey ma yo hey ma yo hey mamama hootchie
I got the fever for the flava of the cootchie
Yo hey ma yo hey ma yo hey mamama hootchie
Whoap Whoap Go!

I wouldn't call myself a slack or dirty-minded person by any means, but I find myself likin' a lotta wutless songs these days!!
Could it be a sign from my "inner dib"?

Quote Of The Week:
I don't like de colour brown unless it's lipstick or skin.- Some girl on Broad Street.

I believe I have perfected the art of good listening.
Through the use of various facial expressions and well-placed "uh-huh's" I can make just about anyone believe that:
1.) I am paying attention to what they are saying,
2.)I am interested in what they are saying,
and 3.) I understand what they are saying.

These skills come in quite handy when cornered by The Mouth (the otherwise nice woman who works in this office, and who will just not shut up!).


C.O.T.
I've been eating a lotta crap lately. I know I shouldn't but I just can't seem to make myself associate lettuce with ANYTHING good!

And now, here's a simple dessert recipe for
Creme Caramel

Ya gine need: 1 can evap. milk
1 can condensed milk
4 eggs
3 tbsp of sugar
Melt de suger in a big ol' glass dish in a oven set at 325. Doan let de suga burn on pun de dish doh!
While de sugar meltin', mix togedda de milks and de eggs.
Once de sugar dun melt, pour in de egg an' milk mixture, and put 'um back in de oven fuh 'bout a hour.
Check it every 15 minutes or so to mek sure 'um doan burn.
Enjoy!

*This Martha Stewart moment brought to you by Naolat Productions*

What the heck is up with all the baby fever around me?
I went to dinner at family friends' house Saturday night, and there were three youngish couples there.
Among them all, they had 1 toddler, 2 young babies, and 2 buns in the oven! Of course, for the duration of the night, the topics of conversation never strayed very far from teething, baby formula, midnight feedings, etc.
I tried hard not to have any personal contact with them lest I catch the dreaded "breed bug" tha's goin' around.

Unfortunately, I'm not sure if that worked, cuz yesterday, while preparing the whole chicken for Mothers' Day lunch, I caught myself holding it under the armpits (or is it wingpits?) and bouncing it, much in the same way one would bounce a giggling baby!
Someone help me.

C.O.T.
Confession time again people. At the same dinner on Saturday night, there was a man to whom I found myself very attracted.
Here's the kicker: He was in his late thirties and balding. Definately not a classic example of male beauty.
As if that wasn't bad enough, he was a member of the afore-mentioned "Go Forth and Multiply" club (GOFAM.).
*Sigh* I dunno what's wrong with me these days.
On retrospect, I think I'm gonna look on the bright side of this. I should be proud of myself, dammit!
This shows that I'm developing a more varied taste in men (either that or SOMEbody wukkin' some obeah pun me).
Too bad his baby girl and pregnant wife were there.

I'm kidding, I'm kidding!!!

Ouside Woman No.1 signing out.