"Hilarial"

Well isn't this interesting-it seems I logged onto to blogger to find my recently started blog, and found this old one instead!!!
"Hilarial" is a word my sis has used over the years and I thought that it was quite appropriate for today's situation.
Seems it was winter then when I published my last post, and it's just about to start again.woohoo.
Can you hear the sarcasm?
Listen close, it's not always that loud.lol.

Rediscovery seems to be a theme of recent days and here's why:

• Rediscovered the "blog"(which has been a sore spot of my mother's recently with the onslaught of public education re:psycho that killed some people and had a blog)
• Rediscovered Black Planet(Homer says "mmmm.....voyeurism")
• Rediscovered that my friend F**** is not such a friend at all. AGAIN. Plus he has a stupid name, who names their kid F****????

So what does one do with all this renewed reverence!?

Dance on it...to Ciara's "Promise".lmao-hottest slow jam right now I challenge anyone to convince me otherwise. Sounds suspiciously Prince-ish., but who's complaining?

The blogging, well, it's just an avenue to vent daily frustrations in a creative way, and it's easier on the hands than writing. Black Planet, well that is just another cure to another daily frustration which is the men in London-or lack thereof(apparently the ratio of men to women is like 3-1 ugh-I guess it would be great if I was a lesbian: "not that there's anything wrong with that");it seems I have found a great medium in which to pick men to talk to, and one which I have total control over.

What could be better than checking pics of hot guys(just like shopping-oooo!),purely for my own enjoyment, with absolutely no commitment, not to mention unwanted pregnancies, std's, abuse and or death.

Grrrreat!Sign me up.

I have many people in my life who say "why not just go to a bar?"

Well been there done that.NOT PRETTY. This way, if I don't want to talk to someone because they're creeping me out or just being rude I can block them. A neighbor just recently said she wished that we could do that to men we know and have to see on a regular basis.

Can you imagine?Let's "paint the picture" as my Sales Manager would say: invisble box, mime style comes up and man gets bounced away with a deep booming voice informing them that their "BLOCKED". Man runs away confused and ALONE.

How much would we pay for that service ladies????Immeasurable amounts.

Maybe even more than we spend on haircare and make up combined.

P.S. I didn't get into the F**** thing, because well, he's BLOCKED.