i am body beautiful
a tribute to my 26th birthday.today, i will sing it out like Ru. Ru Paul that is.
no, not because i'm a trani...but because it's my birthday.
i have to celebrate something.
so i thought, why not start the morning off right and celebrate my body...
before it's eaten too much pate and cake this evening.
if you need a visual, here she goes...
my roommate decorated the house. she rocks my uni like none other.
balloons, all over, in celebration of the big big. cards and gifts on the coffee table.
me, delighted and overwhelmed and wanting to wake her up out of her sleep to hug her and thank her.
i'm on the phone with my stefferoni macaroni, to ring in my birthday, for we've had this tradition for well over a decade now - to call one another at midnight despite the time zone barrier.
i love it.
it makes me laugh and smile everytime.
it makes me cry because i miss her.
my tums was full with burgers from the bistro, that temps so graciously walked to in her hot new hurting platform foot decorations. she filled my 6 pack abs with tasti d-lite, hamburger and we even got to have dinner in the presence of a silver fox editor...
it was the hottest day and evening ever....
but this isn't about crying or being nice, you turds, it's going to circle back to the interweb and it's desturctive ways...doy.
so, yes, i am sitting...
in the lingerie my roommate bought me. i opened up presents this morning!
for in target, 2 weeks ago, i proclaimed (as a sexless woman) that i did not need to wear lingerie for anyone (this is my plight to sound confident, woman, secure at 26), for i would walk around the house in all of my curvaceous glory...
onward...
i'm drinking coffee.
i have no zits, thank the good lord baby jesus.
i am, of course, sipping on some coffee...
no...not sizurp; or smoking endo, sippin on gin and juice -as snoop would have liked it.
an ordinary morning, like any other...
except i look dead sexy, i'm a year older, and my left boob is slightly cocked off to the side - more so than it was last june.
i'm webbing.
i'm trolling.
i'm hotmailing.
i don't want to go on myspace so early.
i'm not logging onto friendster, for i don't need the bad blood so early in the am.
i'm junkmailing.
(introduce dating dilemma...ill scenario numero uno para la dia)
there's a dang email from e-harmony...to wish me love and luck for my birthday.
two words biblethumpers.mothereffing.org
EFF YOU.
take me off your mass email list.
i've taken dating into my own hands.
literally.
clicking my shit all by me-self.
post that testimonial, with my crutched up face, on the main page of your website.
they don't know me.
you don't know me.
if you read this blog, and by that i mean temps and steffers and mo-diggity, then you do know me and you know how i roll.
today imma roll.
imma troll.
imma dance like IT man is laying in my bed waiting for me.
imma bump and grind tonight, with a full belly, a happy face and an ass that does not quit.
i don't need you eharmony.
i don't need you dating.
i do, however, need to finish my coffee...
and continue my tribute to damian marley...because i am addicted, mo-diggty.
she loves my culture, herbs and locks//silkly smooth way i flow//my words and my tracks//she's hoping we can spend a night at//somewhere that's warm and cozy...why not...
posted by tinamarie @ 7:00 AM
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