thursday

I recently got a tattoo. My first… a butterfly and the letter E on my right shoulder. It’s cute. I don’t know what made me finally get one… I had been playing with the idea for years but always figured I would regret it or I would fast forward 40 years in my head and picture wrinkled, saggy tats and change my mind. Maybe I am going through a mid-life crisis. Anyway, good news is I don’t regret it. Not yet anyway…






moving on...

Too short still hasn’t paid me… and I have FINALLY run out of patience. So “Operation Expose That Triflin Ass Nigga for the Bastard He Is” has officially commenced. I have tried so hard to be a nice person and not the angry lil short-tempered, devious ass chick I have the potential to be. But this fool has pushed me over the edge so he gets the wrath of Liz… not a good look for him. I am starting by putting him on blast. That means I am telling everyone that will listen how trifling he is. I will go to his group’s myspace and make sure I leave a comments and messages letting everyone know that he owes me a substantial amount of money that he refuses to pay. I am calling his mom (the main person he didn’t want to know that he was in a situation) and I am putting him on blast. Then I will be sending a letter demanding payment in full by the end of the week, which he will ignore of course. Then off to court we go. I have the emails and texts from him acknowledging and agreeing to the terms of the loan and payment. And then once I get my money, I may need to call the goons –aka- my cousins to eff him up. Just for GP

UHG!
That is enough about that…

So I think I may be a bad person and I don’t know how to deal with that. My cousin called me last night and was saying how a friend of the family’s husband was coming to America from Jamaica. Well he is illegal I guess, paperwork isn’t straight, and he somehow went to Bahamas first and was coming to America with some other illegals in a boat. The boat capsized and some of the people were partially eaten by sharks ( I am so not making this up). So why am I a bad person? Because I laughed. Like seriously laughed hard… like who gets eaten by a shark? Wtf? So my cousin goes on to say, “why the eff were they coming from Bahamas on a boat with no life jackets? Eff that! There is no effin way! I would need a life jacket!!” so I started laughing even harder! What is wrong with me? I mean I already know I have a weird sense of humor… I guess you can say it’s dark… but to laugh at someone’s demise is not right. And I am chuckling now as I type this… what does that say about me as a person? The only hope is that I do actually feel guilty about laughing!

Penn Relays this weekend… maybe I’ll meet a cutie! ***fingers crossed***