the gf knows

So the gf found out about the blog. Not that it was some huge secret, but still. I mean, I had mentioned that I blog but she never said much about it. Then, in the course of our conversation yesterday she asked me what I did and I told that after work I blogged. Of course, she wanted to read it. What's a girl to do? So, I gave her the address. What does she do? Start reading! While we are on the phone. At first, there was this weird silence. I'm thinking 'oh crap, she's mad.' Then, she bursts out laughing. She says, and I quote, "I don't look like no damn Rihanna."

She's been told she looks like Halle Berry and Jazmine Guy, but never Rihanna. Now she claims that Rihanna is my celebrity crush. Whatever, baby. Yes, she is now reading my blog. I don't mind cause I wouldn't put anything out there that I didn't want her to know about. I mean, most of the posts either involve her or she already knows about. So, no big deal. She says my posts are too explicit for me to be a minister. Ha! Who you telling? She says she feels special because I blog about her. That's because she is special. (waiting for the collective awwwww)

According to her, I am a hot mess. Not sure what that means.... She had a good laugh at my posts last night. She especially got a good chuckle at my code names. I'm like my government name ain't plastered all over the blog why should yours or the dog's name be out there for folks to see. Things should get interesting around here at Makes No Sense. Maybe I can talk her into writing a guest post.... So, Shortcake is kinda happy the blog and it

Makes. No. Sense.