Mother Fucker!

Hello all,

As many of you know I moved to New York on Sat.. There is a stinking crap load of stories I could tell you (Believe me!) but some things just need some perspective. So, easy up! Step off! And give me some time! I wish there was a smiley face symbol of some black chick craning her neck and waving her finger. I'd put it here.......no I wouldn't. I hate those things.

Anywho, I will say that the day I moved here, and it was a long one, I said mother fucker more than I have said in my whole life.

Starting my morning crying to my dog because of the guilt I feel by leaving him in IN. Being a fair-skinned person, if I cry you can tell for days. So on the way to meet Kristy and Tod for our drive to the airport I was trying to refresh myself, but not dry out my face all in 30 min.-sniff, mother fucker, sniff.

I clearly thought that every posh New Yorker needs an umbrella with some character. So naturally, I brought my Mary Poppins umbrella, the one with the parrot head. I saw the Broadway production, that's where I got it, and it was the best part of the show. Anyways, with all my crap, I dropped it. 1/3 of the beak cracked off and I could only 1/2 of that by crawling all over the airport check-in floor.-Mother Fucker!

Once I landed, Josh leaves me a message saying that he can't meet me at the airport to pick me up. - GOD, Mother fucker!

I was then forced to deal with all of my bags by myself. Their weights were 64lbs., 44lbs., 25lbs., a computer case, a winter coat, and a broken Mary Poppins umbrella. The whole picture was me trying to carry all of this while trying to keep my cute outfit clean, fresh, and effortless for the big reunion.- God, Damn Mother Freakin-fucker!

I had to take a bus to meet Josh and had to communicate with the Asian bus driver, making me move my bags myself.

" 'E si'e, 'e si'e!"

"What!?!!?"- Mother Fucker!!!!!!!!!!

Riding the bus into the city I heard about 9 different languages in about 15 min. and thought I had gone criminally insane. I had no idea what was going on. Was I a minority now? Is this how it feels when my parents see one black person while on a day trip to an Indy mall? -Mother fucker.

After I had reached my destination, the bus driver flung open the door and said " 'E here!" I got off of the bus, he opened the door under the bus where the luggage was held and gestured for me to crawl into the belly of the bus and get my luggage myself. After I had uncocked my eyebrow I started to get into the bus and he drove away!- MOTHERFUCKER!!!!

He was just driving into the nearest available parking spot. Still though, right? Me=pissed. He still insisted on me crawling into the storage of the bus to get my bags. I was on all fours, completely in the beast, heaving with my whole body to get my last bag out and it ripped because of some vertical divider.-Mother Fucker!

After a quick game of phone tagto find eachother in a one block radius, I look up and see my estranged boyfriend effortlessly looking crisper and cuter than I had ever seen him.- mother fucker.