Last year, there was this soccer game, and it was a city wide 10-33 (when an officer needs assistance). Basically thats like calling for 38,000 people to come assist you. (Like we like to say "I'M APART OF THE BIGGEST GANG IN D.C." It's hilarious, the freakin hucks (bad-guys) hate it when we say that. Anyway - it was a big mess. You'd think the damn department would figure it out and have units out there. Negative.
I was rushed down an escalator by a huge crowd of drunk hispanics. My ex ended up grabbing me by my vest and yanking me up the stairs. Had I fallen...no doubt I'd be in the hospital or dead. Think about a crowd of drunk ass ppl who are ELATED that their soccer team won, and rushing you down an escalator w/o realizing that someone is being crushed on the floor. Yeah...exciting. Please - I was pissed!!!! Anyway, I'm ok...obviously.
But...by the time I got to the house, City and his buddies had completed moving everything from his place into the house. It's rather cool. Kinda almost too big. But I like it. I thought I'd be having a GIGANTIC panic attack by being kind of...tied down. But I'm ok. Haven't even come close to getting that feeling.
I told him today though, that moving me in, I've now become his whore. I don't mean that in the "worse" possible way...but in reality....all women are basically some guys whore...one way or another. He didn't like that, but it's true. I'm a few steps away from being his property (no matter how the law has changed and said that women are no longer mens property....yeah right...that's what it is).
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So while I was talking to most of ya'll on Twitter last night...I was distracted when Butta aka Imperial aka Crown called me a bitch (yeah baby I knew you were kidding, and I was kidding too when I called you an asshole). But when Crown called me and I was like "yeah I gotta call you back b/c I'm trying to eat some KFC with my boyfriend".
I wasn't paying attention to what City was doing. I was honestly trying to figure out why in the hell I had so much corn in my damn "kfc bowl". Well I get off the phone, and he does it for real.
And what I mean by "do it for real" is that he got down on one knee and asked me to marry him. With a ring (it was too small). Actually it was the ring that his great-grandmother was married in.
Again he caught me off guard. I mean, I was really really concentrating on my food.
Oh, I did say 'yes'. And it didn't take me 3 minutes to say it. He was shaking though...really scared. He said he thought I'd say 'no'. I'm not really sure why he thought that. I DID tell him yes a few weeks ago.
The only thing he had stipulations on, was that he didn't believe in "long" engagements. He said not longer than a year. Before my mom and sister left for their cruise (and I REALLY miss them) - my sister said she really wanted me to have a "winter wedding". She said so I can wear white fur with my dress. I told her 'ok'.
Because I'm not planning a THING. I'm just not "girl-like-programmed" like that. I have no FREAKING clue on what to do with that. My sister and mom are good. They honestly do have that kind of up-scale rich-like class. And I don't mean ghetto fab class. Meaning that there will BE NO BURGUNDY, GOLD, FUSIA, OR LIGHT BLUE IN MY WEDDING!!! Or even in my damn house (I really do hate that!)
But I'm excited.
I guess we have to all grow up some time.
Now I'm just wondering how it will go when I tell my father. He is NOT going to be too glad. Actually he doesn't even know that I've moved in with someone. I'm so freakin surprised my big mouth sister hasn't said something.
Urm, if someone tells me how to put my Flikr thing on here, so ya'll can see pics of the new house...I'd do it.
I've gotta go though....we are about to drink some MOET. (yay, my first time drinking champagne!)
**Oh and I really do love you guys!!!!!**
~Kisses
Jeter - Monday, Sept. 28, 2009