Boppin... Movin... Groovin... Dancin... FUCK YEA

So, got some shit on my mind, but I think it's just piddly shit that will work itself out. I can't blog about it, my blog isn't very anonymous. I have opened up about it to VERY VERY VERY few of my closest friends.

I am sitting here in my chair, the chair of my life, I never leave this damn thing unless I am in the bathroom or getting something to eat/drink, but I am listening to my spotify playlist which is a bunch of "I could so fuck to this song because of it's beat" songs. This means, I am sitting here, a foot on each side of the ottoman, laptop between my knees, grinding away to the beat of Bobby Valentino, at this second. It was Hed Pe a few minutes ago. Why does dancing have to mimic fuckin so much?? I need laid. Yes, I think this is 90% of my problem right now. I need it need it need it.

Buh is sleepin on the couch. Yeah, it's almost 2 in the afternoon and he's nappin. When he wakes up I might even make him a sammich. Wait-- What??? Yes, I would make this chile a sammich... THAT is how boss he is. I am shocked and awed at how fucking amazeballs he is. He's pimp. He's tall, blonde, blue eye'd, cut, protective, and funny as watchin your best friend trip in a snow drift after a bender all night.

Case in point... They were watching Scarface last night (yes, he has good taste too) while I was plugged into my laptop, chatting with my peoples, listening to music through my headphones. I said something to him and he told me to "Shhh MOM!" I laughed, and cause I am a bitch like that, I started talking. I couldn't hear him, because of the music I had blaring in my ears, so I ignored his bitching about ruining his movie. Exasperated, he looked at me... and mouthed the words "Why don't" then pointed at me. Pointed off in another direction, while mouthing the word "Go." Then stuck his thumb in his mouth, pulled it out and mouthed "a" and proceeded to flap his arms like a chicken. He then grinned like the dick he is, and turned back to his movie. I sat there for a moment, just dumbfounded at the wit and hilarity of the fact that my son just told me to go suck a cock.

Well, this blog is pointless. I just wanted to brag about how fucking pimp my kid is. I don't talk about him much because I like to keep him separate from this life... but this is proof that he's mine. Cause that's some pimpskittles shit I would pull.

*BSWK*