I Love My Attention Whore But I’m Hatin Ovaltine Right About Now…

Who’s my little attention whore?

Guess.

Here’s a hint:  This attention whore always want you to spend money on them, especially if there is something wrong.

Got it?

Good.

My Attention Whore just so happens to be in the form of a 1983 Burgundy Volvo whom I had to spend 144$ on today for a sticker.  If you wanna know what sticker I’m talking about, check back to my blog with the title “Persian Poem”.  But yeah, got that shit done finally so now the OC Police can get off my ass.  Here’s the thing: I love my car, but it be needin shit all the damn time.  That’s why I have gotten pulled over twice this year;  broken license plate lights and expired registration.  But that’s the thing about attention whor….cars- you will always spend money on them.  Always.  So, when it wants attention, I give it when I can.  Because I’d rather satisfy an attention whore who takes care of me than getting fired or stranded somewhere because the attention whore didn’t get what it needed.

I think I love Mondays.

I say this because today was a good day.  I think this was the most productive day that I’ve had in a long time, if not all summer.  G0t my car legal, no work, nice sunny, but breezy, day, and I have the day off tomorrow.

Ovaltine…..

I love the taste of Ovaltine, don’t get me wrong.  But my phone and Ovaltine are now mortal enemies.  I woke up the other day looking for my phone, and I found it covered with Ovaltine that spilled on it the night before.  The cup was mine, and I did leave my phone near it, but I didn’t knock it over.  And it didn’t have to fall on my phone…..

Anyways, my phone is a G.  Because of the way the phone is, water didn’t leak into the keys or anything like that.  So even when I opened my phone and a waterfall of Ovaltine spewed from it, it still works.  But because it was sitting in my phone for so long, the milk got into my speaker, so everything sounds muffled now.  Hey, I’m happy that it works, but now it’s hard to hear my phone ring, hear txt, etc.  Thanks Ovaltine.

Yeah, I know I’m blogging early.  And yeah, I know I say ‘yeah’ or ‘well’ a lot, but hey, at least I’m aware of that.  I think it’s a speech mannerism that I got from my moms….

Moving on, the day is still young, so I’m going to try and have fun and save any more work for tomorrow.  I guess I’ll just close off with what’s on my brain right now.

So I’m reading the blog of this one homegirl that I know, and this shit’s pretty intense.  Have you ever talked to someone/knew someone who you felt that you could solve all of their problems?  That may sound arrogant as fuck, but I don’t mean it to sound that way.  For example, if someone was complaining about someone doing this, have you ever said “Hmm…I wouldn’t do that if I was that person.”  Yeah, that’s what I mean.  I don’t know how some people could fuck over people like they do, but I swear it has to be an art form.

I think that if I lost weight, didn’t give a fuck about boundaries, and really practiced that I could play the role of a dick well.  But, I would have to try very hard to do it right in order to avoid just being an asshole who no one likes.  There’s a difference between an asshole and a dick.  Everyone hates dicks, but they still get everything that they want.  Everyone just hates assholes.  This is one example of how I know that people are not the same and how one person can get away with something that someone else couldn’t.  I was going to rant about dicks get everything at my school, but I don’t want to talk about subjects that I’ve already brought up in previous blogs.  Plus, there’s no use arguing against the social ladder.

Hmm…some new subjects have come into my head about love and whatnot, but I’m tired.  Therefore, I’ll call it a day.  I hope I get more views since I’m publishing early.  But me wanting my blog to be seen shouldn’t be taken as me trying to be an attention whore haha.

P N BE (Be Cool N Be Easy)

Peace

James Shonin Kelly III