Happy Belated Balemtymez Day.

*ebonics will likely run rampant in this entry*

Hope this finds you supposed and alleged lovebirds in good health and fine fashion….phuck that no I don't. Bah humbug on some ol' Ebenezer Scrooge type shit. Love is what you make it and fittingly so I'm not making any (love) and therefore this whole valentines day spill just sickens me and throws me further into the downward social spiral that we refer to as "playerdom".

There was once a time in life where I enjoyed spending that one day with someone and making them smile. Then I came to my senses and took control of my finances. (Romance without Finance is a Nuisance © Some old adage often uttered by the women in my family). Yeah, I could easily go out & spend countless dollars on candy, flowers and teddy bears but for what? By the time I do all of that I'm probably tired of the "chase" and if we're not phuckin' by this time, we sure as damn well better be by the close of the evening. (I wish I could say I'm kidding about this but I'm not). Gone are the days where I will spend countless hours, days, and dollars in vaginal pursuits. Is we gone cut or not should be apparent within our first few moments together. You know whether or not you want the pipe and I know whether or not I wanna give it to you. We's adults and should act accordingly. What's with the "CAT-AND-MOUSE-I'M-TRYING-TO-BE-INNOCENT-AND-NOT-GIVE-IN-TO-MY-CARNAL-DESIRES-AND-PHUCK-YOU-IMMEDIATELY-EVEN-THOUGH-MY-PANTYDRAWS-ARE-WET-AND-YOUR-SWEAT-PANTS-ARE-BULGING "game?

Initially I was on track to have a rather outstanding Valentines Day but sadly tension, attitudes, and pent up sexual frustrations from earlier in the week carried over and put a rather horrendous damper on yesterday's events. * i interrupt this entry to go on a total and useless tangent* I will say that even though the adults didn't enjoy the evening…..the kids did. So with that said since it didn't affect my son. I won't even go into further details and say that the day was a total lost. I will say I was disappointed that the tigers at the circus didn't turn on the trainers. The older I get the more morbid my wishful thinking becomes. There's 30,000 kids in attendance (one being my own) and here I am rooting for the phuckin tiger to go all animal kingdom-national geographic-animals-gone-wild(er) just to amuse me. (*checks self into mental clinic for evaluation). *tangent over*

Then it seems that out of the blue that all of the sad and sick single women that I know decided to hit me up on some last minute "what are you doing tonight, Kae" or "Care to see me later". Now where are all these women when I'm sitting at home alone and it's not V-Day? The things people will do in order to say that they did something on "LOVE DAY" never ceases to amaze me but sadly this time instead of me laughing at it, I'm caught off guard because I'm playing an active role in the whole SHITuation. I'm almost thankful that I have my son every Thursday thru Sunday and have a valid reason as to why I couldn't/shouldn't/wouldn't take any of these women up on their offers. ( okay, I am ½ lying. I wouldn't mind the horizontal naked dancing but I'm smart enough to realize that valentine day jump off sex would probably equate to the idea that "we got together" in the minds of many, so I'll refrain from participating in it with people in which I have no genuine interest.)

Well I'm glad that the day of parting pussystricken dudes and their money is behind me. Now we can focus on the bigger question…..Who is you phuckin tonight?

~fin