I don't think I like that...

People assume things about me that are not totally true. The whole joke (kind of) with Monique about my needing birthday sex never happened (obviously, since Erick sucks) but people assume I'm down to hit it and quit it. No, not down for booty calls or taking some dude home from the bar... I don't know why people assume that. I've never been that girl. I used to leave the bar alone before I got pregnant, which was a huge joke with my friends. And now I don't want to do anything with a guy unless he's proven his trust and we're in a relationship, since I have a kid and I've had my feelings hurt way too much lately. Is my sense of humor the reason people think I'm down for that? I don't know. I guess I and my real friends know the truth and that's all that matters.

Whine.

This is sheerly to whine. I'm exhausted, I've had this ridiculous headache for days, my jaw is swollen and hurts, my back hurts, my left foot is still swollen and sore (has been for over 2 weeks now).... I'm stressing about getting into graduate school... I still can't find a job - I applied for a few more yesterday. I'm lonely and despite what I keep saying, I'm not over Erick.

Oh, and what is with guys acting like I was ever easy or like I can just go be a booty call or something? Even if I wanted to, you can't take a 2 month old (or any child at that) on a booty call. I'm a single mom raising this baby on my own, I don't get a break. I don't get to just leave overnight whenever I want (or ever) like the rest of these single moms. Sorry my sperm donor is a fucking loser and I don't want him anywhere near me or my perfect little man... not to mention the thought of sex disgusts me AND I've never been the hit it and quit it type. Yeah, I'm like the Kelly Clarkson song "I Do Not Hook Up". And I'm 1 month away from not having had any sex in 1 year. Born again virgin here.

I think Jonathan was in town, but he never called me. I haven't seen him since November 09. Ugh.

I just want a beer right now. I think I'm going to have one. T is sleeping for now.

23rd Birthday = Great Success!

So, despite the birthday curse striking for the 3rd year in a row (description of curse to come), I had the best birthday yet. Well, it could have been better, UTEP could have beat Memphis Saturday morning and could have gotten a well deserved NCAA tourney bid, but I digress.

I got ready at Gina's, and we headed out. Ciroc Red Berry is delish.

Perla and her bf came, Kim and her friend, and Cerr and Joseph. And of course the radio loves.

I also embarrassed some dude because he was trying to get me to dance with him and he was so not attractive.

Alex told me where sperm donor douchebag works, so now I know where to avoid/find his sorry ass if necessary. :) and I love Alex because even though they're cousins, he's a total badass and good friend.

I got way too drunk - blame Gina and her decision to pour vodka straight from the bottle into my mouth... even the thought of it now makes me cringe. She and Javi drove me home, helped me in the house, and made sure I was okay. They really are 2 of the best friends anyone can have.

I was in a coma until 2pm... got up, showered, etc... just snuggled and did nothing all day. And got my first birthday cake in years!

Now, the birthday curse: every year for the past 3 years I've been dumped or ditched by the guy I'm seeing on or the day before my birthday.
21st birthday, Richie (we'd been dating for a month) left me on the east side after my cousin had left with my car. Loser. He later got engaged to a fat, trashy, fake blonde.
22nd birthday, Mando (we'd been dating since October) asked me if he could take me out for dinner the night before because I had plans the day of. About 30 minutes before he was supposed to pick me up, he text me that he couldn't make it. I never heard from him again. I saw him the night before Thanksgiving when I was super pregnant... the girl he was with must have known I was his ex because she seemed pissed.
23rd birthday, Erick (we've been seeing each other since the beginning of December), whom I haven't seen since a couple days after my baby was born (whole different story), was supposed to come out. Text me that he wasn't sure he'd make it. Never showed. Never even text me yesterday to tell me happy birthday.

Long story short: moving on.

But really, best birthday ever :)

Comin' out your mouth with that blah blah blah

I should probably stop announcing that I'm home alone... people are going to find out where I live and come murder me or something. But really, being home alone sucks, especially when it's dark, I live on the top of a freaking mountain, and it's windy as hell so there's all sorts of creepy noises. At least Lucy is here to "protect" me... until someone comes in and she rolls over to get her belly rubbed. Horrible attack dog.

I'm mad that Daylight Savings Time starts on my birthday, it makes my day an hour short. Only 23 hours for my bday? WHACK. Granted, we're going all out, but seriously. Speaking of, I totally need to call BP and reserve my VIP... whatev. I don't really want to do anything... I'd say that's a secret, but it's not. I hate my birthday. Too much hype and I always get disappointed. I can guarantee that E won't show up, even though he promised multiple times that he's going to spend my birthday with me. That's cool, only 2 months after I had a freaking baby you decide to see me again. I should invite C too and watch the drama unfold. lol. I need some entertainment in my life.

Speaking of drama, my sister likes to cause it, and it's funny. Talking smack to girls that hate me... I hope she does it again tonight, I like hearing the stories when she comes home. It's funny, because the girls are bigger than her, but she could kick their asses, so the shit talking just cracks me up.

How stupid are you?

So I'm dumb enough to believe "I wish I had a day off so we could do something" blah blah BULLSHIT. Then you're dumb enough to text me that you have a day off and then say nothing else.

So stupid. And I mean you.

I put up with way too much BS, I'm ready to find a real man. That's going to be difficult here, all the "men" in El Paso are mama's boys. Losers.