So here is the rundown from my Sunday:
I had my own e-Superbowl party via Twitter, Facebook, & Yahoo. Too bad none of my friends actually knew they were participating in it, but they did. Lol The day started out with me signing on to Twitter and finding out that Erykah Badu was in labor. Hella exciting if you ask me. I then spent about 5 hours intrigued at the updates coming from her baby’s father Jay Electronica. I damn near felt like I was in the room yelling “Push!”. She was having an at home natural childbirth, which oddly had been the topic of a couple conversations I’d had just last week. And it came up again, due to Miss Badu’s situation, so I spent quite a bit of time discussing birthing options on Facebook.
I have been pretty adamant about me getting a C-section if I ever have a child. Like knock me out, take my baby out, and wake me up when it is all cleaned up and cute. Lol My reasoning is solely based on the crazy amount of YouTube videos showing the birthing process. I swear that shit is the best birth control ever. So of course I had to show a few of them to the people who wanted to argue for natural birth. I changed a couple minds, I’m sure of it. But I don’t really think I’d want a c-section either. After reading about the risks. This baby making and having business is risky man. I may adopt.
Anyway, after reading Jay Electronica’s message about his first daughter finally being born, I had to reconsider it all. All the pushing, tearing, ripping, stretching, screaming, crying, and bleeding may be worth it for the feeling that comes after. But I’m still mad at Eve for jacking it up for us. She just had to eat that damn apple. Thanks alot ho.
Anyway, after that eventful beautifulness, conversation about the Superbowl came. I, of course, had to organize my bets. I couldn’t lose with my strategy. I won myself $40! I would’ve won $60 if the Cardinals had done what I told them to do. But I can’t complain, I’m getting paid and I didn’t watch one second of the game. I checked NFL.com twice, got excited when AZ was ahead in the 4th quarter, and then next thing I knew it was over and them mufuckas had let the Steelers make a comeback! They owe me 20 bones. I’m pretty sure it was more exciting reading Twitter updates on what was happening than even watching the game.
I love how Twitter lets me get random updates from celebrities I actually like. Talib Kweli randomly wants my opinion on movies. Questlove will come out of nowhere tellin me about his snack cake desires. Ok, so maybe it’s not just me, but it sure feels personal when it pops up on my screen. Anywho, I was entertained by the interaction.
The end of the party involved all my favorite Facebook homies tagteam roasting someone who will not be named. Don’t want him thinking anyone’s hating. Although, anyone found “hating” on him should just be put out of their misery because their life must be terrible. Anyway, Judy just had to randomly post his pictures on my page and anyone who knows me knows it doesn’t take much to get me started. His face was more than enough. Then Tafari joined in, and he is ridiculously huhlarious. Whenever we get to roasting eachother I end up just throwing in the towel, because Taf will keep going until he wins, even if it means taking down yo mama, yo daddy, yo second cousin, and yo 2nd grade teacher in the process. NOTHING is off limits, lol.
After all this action (hey I take what I can get on my sickbed), I was exhausted. So I fell asleep for a few hours and woke up feeling a bit better. My chest pain has been steadily decreasing. It’s great, especially as much as I figured I’d been aggravating it with all this laughter. But the horsepills, which I’ve started chopping in 4, seem to be working. Yay! So my mama said I can have a visitor tomorrow: One. Put your bid in and I may choose you. The bags under my eyes are still heavy, but I tried to do something with my hair. I may have failed but I tried. Lol
Anyway, let me take my ass back to sleep. “Sweeney Todd” is on and now my mental state is all jacked, but I’m still gonna try.
Until tomorrow my loves,
♥ Neek
