Rashan's cousin died a week and a half ago. The funeral is this Saturday... during our weekend to see each other. We only see each other twice a month and I was really looking forward to it, like I always am. Even though he hates me, I can't help but love him... boo hoo. He was also going to be here for my super bowl party. And I was planning on making two different pastas this week and sending him back with the leftovers. I also wasn't eating out this week until he got here. I guess I just won't eat out at all this week.
I know you're saying, why don't you just see him the next week? I have a big shoot in Tallahassee for my film... WHYYYYYYYYYY????? So am I supposed to not see him for a month? That's not going to work. The longest we've ever gone is 3 weeks and it was torture. AND NOT FAIR! Just like this. Oh and my lecture went nicely yesterday. Le sigh. I was planning on going up to Atlanta on the 23rd but that's almost 3 weeks from TODAY and it's been almost 2 weeks since we last saw each other. TODAY. UGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!
So I wrote this in haste... then realized that my shoot is the FOLLOWING weekend, not next weekend. Oops. Lol. Reunited and it feeeeels so gooooood. Now I don't have to show my entire backside on the blog. That's how you know you're family. When people show all the way out and don't even care. (Or they have to keep blogging to show up their hateful boyfriends. Can you believe this negro (me and HReid are so similar) told me I had more comments than him because I talked ABOUT him? Get over yourself dude. You playin yaself! And you killin me, Smalls!) For the record, I'm a very caring girlfriend (obviously) and encouraged him to attend the service. But it doesn't mean I will be happy about not seeing my manly love.