Not enough friends, too much ghetto, Where is the Rockstar? ~~

Check me out!! It's Saturday night in New Orleans. I had my nails done.
I put on some make-up and did my hair. I'm wearing my new chic lime green top and the cutest shoes to go with it. Stylin as usual!

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I got in my sleek, European car and......I went to Taco Hell and then home.
Yeah buddy, I am such the rockstar. It's ten o'clock and I am dancing in my living room and blogging on the computer. What is wrong with this scenario??
A little over a month ago I was definitely living up to the rockstar standard. I was in Key West on vacation with a bunch close friends I had not seen in a year. I spent my nights there drinkin like a fish, smokin like a chimney and swearin like a sailor. I danced on the bar. I got so drunk I got lost on a four block straight shot back to my room. I ruined a par of shoes. I even made my friends wonder why they had missed me. Not on purpose, mind you.

She put that sugar on my tongue tongue

Yippee yippee yum yum

Goodie goodie gum drop

put me in a tongue lock

did it til my body went numb numb

laid her on her back back

turned around and gave her bottom a smack smack

I don't drink or even go out very often here. I think it's because my social circle here is a lot smaller and involves mostly family members. Not to mention it takes so much effort to coordinate anything. I had a lot of really close friends on the ship. I don't have very many here. The people I work with are nice. I don't really hang out with any of them outside of work. Weird, how that happens.

shes a woman from tha block with the best of needs

but i wont stop til im pullin out tracks tracks

It was lust at first sight

and she couldnt help sayin she wanted to get wit me

and my size was jus right

plus she wanted a man wit a little se-cur-i-ty

said i been around tha world twice

and my name rings bells from atlanta to Si-cil-y

said she wanted it all night

so put tha bubbles in tha tub and lu-da-christen me

They're are a lot of things I miss about Key West other than blue water and drinking. I really miss my friends and I miss not being sentenced to the Ghetto. I hate living in the ghetto. My apartment was broken into while I was home. These freaks came in the back door while I was layin on the damn couch watchin fckin CSI and stole my son's remote control Hummer H2. WTF?? The other day I went outside to smoke. (I don't smoke in the house, I don't like the smell.) My chairs weren't out there. No biggie, Chris must have moved them to sweep up the porch. Later Chris asks me wear the chairs are. Now just so you know, I have a nice pair of bikes, a Harley Davidson powerwheels cycle, some marine equipment on the porch, and these ghetto ass mo-fo's stole my five dollar Target chairs. Again WTF??? What is wrong with these people??

Anyway~~ I guess my discontent boils down to not having a good buddy. My sister lives here. We hung out by the pool today, but she lives 45mins away and is super busy. I would just like some one to go get coffee with me or walk around the mall with. This the first place that I have been stationed that I haven't had a best friend to hang out with. I still have my two best girl friends that I can call, but I only have pictures and a $100 Sprint bill next to me most of the time. It sucks!!

Enough of my whining...

I'll promise I'll be more cheery next post. Maybe it's time for a drive.

Ya'll Take Care,

Charissa