I was dying at work. My boss caught me a few too many times on gchat, reading blogs, goofing off...and gave me a heap of work to do. My hands are all papercut up and I'm not feeling it at all.
It was Gi's Bday Celebration drinks at a local bar. I went and had a Malibu and Pineapple. After that, it was Shirley Temples... I wasn't trying to be drunk because 1. I never get drunk. 2. Doesn't jibe with my spirituality, 3. Drinks are $10-13 a pop and 4. I have an aversion to drinking water. Consuming alcohol drives you straight to a well...ick! Lol
I left and went to another birthday celebration for my gay neice (don't ask) and my ex roomie. I laughed and laughed. I found out 2 of my friends are HIV+. That brings the total to 8 close people to me. The thought of it is just soooo...it makes you angry because you're like "Why weren't you safe, you idiot!" Then you're like, "Ok, its not the end of the world. You're not dead." And you want to grab 'em and hold 'em and go through it with them. I'm just thinking I need to get tested. Colored women are the #1 carrier of the disease, last I checked. The last time I got tested, it was a year ago. Its time.
My night was a lot more fun. That's the last thing we talked about and so its on my mind. I haven't forgotten to post my militant poetry. Soon come...
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