rabies!

someone liken me to a stone-cold maiden who delights in turning down men's proposals on a daily basis..

i cannot completely expose how many unwanted approaches that i've experienced. here is one just now... hold on. only interested in my night life, how often i party.. always telling me that they have a pocketfull of cash waiting for me.. even the man from church who calls me his "lil sis" is asking to take me for drinks. it all becomes very flattering and i forget if i am mad or elated because larry quit me.

should i go for drinks with a church deacon? should i head to birmingham for a weekend pf partying with my girlfriend? what color pumps to pair with my little black dress?.. these are the thoughts plaguing my mind, and i tell you, it's delicious.

goodness this post will be forever being published because i'm way too popular for my own good! all the popularity and not any good food to eat. story of my life. can't go back to Hooters for a job because it's disgraceful for a physician to have strutted around in the orange and white [i disagree; loved every minute of it]. so now i'm very broke and giving myself an accidental eating disorder.

haha, this guy just asked me if i am going out friday. I'M NOT COMING BACK HOME FRIDAY! but back to the substantial..... CRAP what is it that i had meant to say?! something of substance, perhaps to do with my father or men in general? maybe a prayer or a verse that i found in the Bible or the Koran someplace? prove to some person sitting across their computer screen that i have a pretty face and an actual, functional brain under my wig? deploring that you acknowledge so?......

see you around town this weekend when i will be rampaging in the streets like a rabid dog.