Tell em y u mad

You know what... I got a new format for this... I'ma just straight rant and y'all will see why I'm mad.


I'm mad as hell that I decided to be nice and let someone buy a phone in my name, and so ATT fucked up and sent the bill to the wrong place. Okay, I'll get over it. But the fukkin phone bill, including prorate and shit, was 131.35 and apparently the muh'fukka didn't have the money in the first place to pay it. SO 131.35 came out my pocket. So I tell him he needs to pay me back and he tellin my bf that he don't have it or he got half that shit and stuff and I'm like... okay well if I don't get the money back, I'ma have to cut off ya phone. I mean the shit is in my name any fukkin way. Then my boyfriend tells me that I hurt his feelings (his friend) by sending him the text message tellin him that. I'm like.. what the fuck? Imagine how my credit would look if he does it again and I have to pay it again and (thanks to the nigga he defendin) I wouldn't have the money to pay it....

Then, this is over a span of two days, later on this nigga tries to kill himself. I'm like "oooooh. What's a young nigga to do." Now you wanna talk about, well, the phone def. gotta be cut off AND i gotta pay this phone bill AND I won't have the money to do either. SO yeah... thats what I get for being nice and trying to help people out. Individuals make me earl.

And my mama swears that she paid my phone bill, but apparently the payment hasn't gotten there becuz even when I called they weren't showing any record of it getting there.So there's another problem. I gotta find the money to pay this bill cuz Ion think she sent the shit at all.. AND i sent her half the fukkin money for it. So I'm slightly annoyed with her.

And i gotta hop skip jump leap run jog power-walk and fly to my third class of the day becuz I only have 20 minutes from the second class to that class to get there and that's about a 25 minute walk if you are the AVERAGE person. And the bus takes too long or else, I'd do that. So I'm just a tad bit pissed off this afternoon.

OK there it is. For all those doing the Onde-along, I finally have some progress to report. We have achieved a color change. The new tone? hmmm I'm thinking its like cocktail shrimp pink now and no longer radioactive smoked salmon pink. Oddly the further I go it feels like I'm loosening my guage which would make sense since I've started getting comfortable with using small needles again and I'm easing up, yet when I checked my gauge there was no change spooooooky.Oh and also, I heart phildar. The new family book came out for summer 2004 and I adore it, first check this out:Ins't that men's sweater great? But also note how difficult it is to fotograph onde, all of those sweaters were made using THE SAME color onde!And this yellow sweater (though not that color) I'm in love with:isnt it great? Yes I do like to show off my chest a lot why do you ask? Hey collar bones can be seeeexay.Yes, obviously I have to move to France (where the naked ladies dance) and STAT.Also, it seems there are a lot of questions/concerns out there about the cashmerino* and since I love it so I feel I must stand up for it. Ok sorry I just haven't had the piling problems anyone else has. I loves my sweater and have worn it a lot since last week and I dont have pils, except for a few on the inside of the sweater where um I don't care if there is piling but even that is minimal. I haven't been giving this sweater gentle treatement either its been going through the normal wear and tear..so do with that information what you will.And now because I am sooooooo tired and have little content for today lets make a list of things we covet I'll go first:ebony needles-just used my first pair and I am hooked they're amazing I need to upgrade my tools nowBrittany Birch needles - hey what can I say I love wooden needlesBrittany Black Walnut needles-they are STUNNING but $90 ? yeah nuh uh5 skiens of Colinette point fiveKid silk haze by Rowen in shades Candygirl and LiquorLorna's laces sock yarn in colorway daffodiland I should stop now, it's a sickness it is, just two days ago I remarked "i don't need more yarn. I have enough." uh yeaahhhhh. Enough is such a subjective concept.