Friends don't lie to friends

Dear P,

I feel as though I need to really express my real feelings on our "relationship". You come every month usually around the same time or unexpected as if we are close friends, bringing nothing but sad side glances and a week of attitude. At least a true friend would bring me candy or some delights, but not you. I think you need to pick up a Webster and read what the definition of friend is. By writing this I thought it would clear up the air and put both parties on the same wave length. WE ARE NOT FRIENDS. I may call you my "friend" but please please understand I am using it in a sarcastic tone whenever I use this adjective with you. If anything for a better choice of wording your more of a nuisance then a friend, maybe even borderline frenemy. I know this is harsh, but after evaluating out relationship for of the past 15 something years of my life this is how I truly view you. I could remember the time when you purposely embarrassed me on various occasions, even tho I turned the other cheek and probably cursed you out under my breath a few times, I still accepted you. A true friend would never do such things. I recall our first meeting and it involved lots of phone calls from my mother, grandmothers, and aunts. No child under the age of 16 wants to discuss you to a family relative. I'm sure you gushed in delight ( 0_0). The list goes on and on.

It's even to the point when my male friends have noticed and have called you as being a "Debbie downer", a "Cock blocker", and other negative comments which I shall not repeat. The point is I really don’t like you that much and am happier when your not around.

But there were times when I did grow concern for you because you came a few days late with out any notice. Being inconsiderate of another person's time is not acceptable. We live in 2010, you could've tweeted, skyped, fbooked, emailed, used smoke signals, pen palled, or even called to let me know of your late arrival. Being considerate is what build strong bonds that make relationships meaningful. I'm not sure if I could ever give you the friend sticker. Yeah we have gone through a lot but damnit I just don't feel you at times. There were a few occasions when I did welcome you with open arms but I don't think it will have a big impact on my feelings for you.

I mean we are stuck together for the next 30 plus years. We can't always choose who we want to be with, but sometimes we get stuck with that person and just have to deal with. Let's just get along and bae this ride that is called life. I hope that this letter will not offend you but only bring a clear understanding and a continuing cordialitity ( is that even a real word) among us.

Yours truely,
Tiffsoyo

P.s. see you next month loser

Dear Spring, I can't wait to see you this weekend

So it's supposed to be in the 70's come Thursday and Friday and then hit the 80's come Saturday. Lets just say I am uber hyped and can't wait. It's kinda of like that feeling you had when you where a lil tike and were invited to your very first or second sleepover. And during that whole weekend you spent days outside running around, staying up late, eating freeze pops and junk food and absorbing the wonderful sunlight, because you grew tired of days indoors for past months prior. I don't know what I'll be doing exactly, but it does involve just being outdoors all day long. I can't wait wait...this will be just a wonderful tease of the summer months to come.

"Come make it rain on me with your sun rays"

.......see you soon :) xox

Sound byte: J*Davey- Get together.....I can't wait for this cd to drop

Black is the new Broke

How I realized again that the U.S. is in a recession:



Today was a good day in so many ways..

1) received 2 paychecks in the mail so that means the bills are paid (on time...always..having a good credit record is always a necessity),



2) I had a banging playlist at work,



3) Urban outfitters was having there supercafal...(the word Marry Poppins used, I cant spell it) sale, were ALL sale items got an additional 50% knocked off the price and I came out like a CHAMPIONE (yes if its spelled this way like the french it waaay better than the English word of champion)



4) Work was cool, (until)....


However all things slowly turned sour for a good 20 mins. As I explained above all was going well until I realized ,"Hey I need to buy tokens for the week". So I made a stop at the MAC machine (ATM ) and withdrew my $10 and G walked to 13th street to where I knew I was going to get a guaranteed single seat on the trolley. As I made my way pass Ubiq and a few other stores off Walnut st. it dawned on me that I was $.15 short of getting my 7 tokens. I didn't want to waste a fresh ten and come out short on the discount of getting my 7 tokens so I figured instead of hitting up the ATM again to withdraw another ten and then having to make change I was feelin sure I could find either a nickel, dime or quarter laying somewhere in the cracks of the street. Well let me tell you I walked from 17th n Walnut to 13th n Market with out scoping a twinkle of a silver or copper anywhere. I had people looking at me all strange because I was looking on the ground like some bloodhound searching for loose change. I never felt so frustrated for all 5 plus blocks, any other time I can eye spy at least a nickel or penny laying around here and there but today nothing but a large total count of cigarette buts, chewed up and dried up gum, random lone weaves pieces and other things . I then came to the conclusion that you know its getting ruff because the homeless people have the streets on lock when it comes to change. It's like they have spider sense for when change hits the ground. It's like they are after it like how lions hunt down antelope in the pride lands. (I know I may go to hell for saying this, but it's how I thought at the time...sorry and no offense to anyone)Luckily my dear friend Helen who was in the area was able to come to my rescue and give me the needed $.15...aaaaaaah I love my co-workers