Hurts so good...Diary of a not so mad Black woman.

Tonight, my cousin and I went to see The Birds at Piedmont Park. You do know what The Birds is, right? Of course you do. I've never seen it before and I call myself an Alfred Hitchcock fan. It was ok, the only part I didn't like was the ending. The "victims" finally realized those birds weren't going anywhere and got out of the city, drove into the moonlight (rather than the sunset) and left the birds behind. What I wanted to know is why was the birds attacking? Maybe thats a dumb question because no one else seemed to care about that little detail.

I had a good time. Dranked about a quart of sangria and ate sushi. Then I came home and my uterus started to hurt. Did that gross you out? Grossed me out too. I never want to hear about someone's uterus and what do I do? I post about it. Well, these are my inner most thoughts here. I wouldn't even share that little tidbit with my boyfriend. You should feel special or you can never read my blog again. Either way, I'm never going to do that again. I apologize.

But to get the record straight because that can be interpreted in many ways, I did not have rough sex or masturbated with a dildo in the shape of a fist (which is disgusting and something I never understood.) Alrighty. You can go and read something happy to get these visuals out of your head. Me? I'm going to sleep off that sangria.

posted by Jas @ 4:37 AM