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Day One Hundred Fitty Two:  Gangsta

Getting ready for going out tonight I am struck with the inability to decide.  Is it really so hard to figure out which dress to wear?  I have too many, I think, although that never stops me from buying more.  I should change again, I think, but whatever I choose has to match my shoes.  I only have so long to decide.  This is like a ticking time bomb  of my patience before I just wear what I am right now and kick it.

Im listening to the knux to get ready, as usual, as they just get me into the mood to pop bottles and dance a lot.  Something about beats, man…  And like I always say, as long as I can prove that I’m a cold ass honky tonight it will be a good night.  Didn’t you know I was a gangsta?

As for everything else today was relatively productive!  Such good news when that happens, speaking of decisions I decided to actually do my readings for class, and with that came reading, and cleaning, and writing idea’s, and then falling asleep.  Right on time with my motivation.    Have I mentioned I hate making decisions?

I thought it would be easy to write right now because I’m procrastinating choosing what to wear, but it has turned out to be difficult.  Something about that drive to get things done has shut my brain off completely, common when figuring out what to do or wear or write or drink or any silly minute decision that may come my way.  My brain shuts off, and I revert back to my normal setting:  Kashmir.

I have a feeling I might switch from black to light purple just for fun, why the hell not?  It’s fancy and short and it will make me happy.  Alright.  I’m going to go and change.

I didn’t change, I still can’t decide.  This is so entertaining for you I know you are really welcome.  I have a feeling I’m going to end up in the mint green dress.  Again, you’re being so helpful this is just this is great.  My head is all fuzzy, I think I should just go back to bed.

I think I should end this with the good old sentiments that Ceara, my love, all of these decisions are for you.  Russel Brand tickets were a uick one, easy, of course I got those, but the dress to wear to your birthday outing now that is the big one, right?  There will most definitely be pictures taken tonight, which means I have to look presentable.  And we’re dancing.  It’s like the stress that you’re feeling from old age is being transferred to me through not knowing what to wear.  For that, I thank you, and I will see you in an hour to drink away our birthday woes.  I love you, girl.

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