This is ancient history in the whirlwind world of Sinnergirls. But in the interest of Public Service, CrackHo wants to make sure that y'all get a glimpse of what her ailment REALLY looks like. It's a wonder CrackHo didn't scare Doc Juicy off that morning. Oh well, he calmed me right down with a little Versed and things proceeded along jes' fine. (When the vid opens, we're chatting about an unusual type of chapstick available at a certain Variety Store at Peachtree Battle).
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I met the "star" several years back in line for contract cafeteria at Mr. Jefferson's University. I met the "Barbies" when she took me home for Turkey Day and they were in senior high. Now, despite gaps in time and memory, we are great friends.
Welcome, UVArab!! CrackHo assumes you are speaking of SELECTIVE memory gaps, which all of us treasure & appreciate. You rock!
Dear Miss Crack Ho...Yo sistah, Miss Black Canary Barbie, be so happy that you went to a school where Mr. Jefferson, and I assume that is the famous Mr Jefferson of TV show that I love, was in charge. You just keep "movin on up" in my book. See you at Port location suite on Wed am.
PS for those of you who don't know me; I'll be in the fish net hose and black spikey boots.
black canary: she's got a strong will and they invented the phrase "hanging tough" because of her.
UVarab, We have many phrases to describe Crack-Ho's "baditude". Strong willed is a new, appropriate, and thankfully, a printable one. C-Ho will give kicking cancer's ass a whole new meaning.
By the way, welcome to the blog. Last time I saw you was in a pool at the Sand Dollar condos on Jekyll Island when you joined us for a little beach time.
Malibu Barbie
Any update? I have been out of pocket for a few...
Yo, Arab. Go to the newer posts! You've been missing all the drama of taking int chardonnay via infusion ports! Plus, there's a pole dance outtake...
CrackHo
PS To get to the new stuff go to the bottom of any page (besides a comment posting page) and click on "Home" (and click your red ruby slippers together...oops, sorry, wrong guy)
Am I a dork or is this just male pattern ineptitude?
I had an important meeting at 7am Wednesday, and
usually wear a longsleeve blue Oxford shirt and "Rep" tie.
Everybody always gives me Simon's gift cards for prezzies, but
I hate to shop and hate malls even worse. They say I am hard to shop for because I'm a picky dresser.
I broke down Monday and went to Dillard's and Belk's, where I bought several shirts,
pants, shorts, etc.
Then Wednesday morning, I put on regular tailored pants, but decided to wear one of the new shirts and
tie.
I felt uncomfortable all morning... than I realized that they were in
someone else's purchase bag and didn't fit right.
I felt like a dork, because I really didn't pay attention while getting dressed.
Fortunately, I always take a spare shirt and tie, so I changed at lunchtime, which of course, everybody noticed and gave me major grief .
And to top it all off, now I have to go back to the mall and get the stuff I bought for me. I wonder who was surprised to put on my chosen clothes?
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