Few of you know that Prince and I have a long and close friendship that extends beyond the blogosphere. A couple nights ago, in fact, Prince called me on the phone, and we talked for the better part of an hour. Most of the time we just swap recipes or talk shit about Soleil McNeill, but that night he was so excited that all of the domestic jibber-jabber went by the wayside. The cause for such excitement? Disneyland!Prince rarely gets to indulge himself in extracurricular activities due to his high-stress profession. So, I applaud him for taking a little "me time" and just relaxing. He kept going on and on about all of the Disney characters that he'd get to see and have his picture taken with. He really does have the heart of a child. I just hope he remembers that even though he's out having fun at Disneyland that he still has to eat right. There's no sense in upsetting his diabetes over a Mickey Mouse-shaped ice cream bar.
Hope you had fun at Disneyland, Prince!
Oh, Mike. You don't have to talk shit about me just because I keep missing the three-way "conference" calls. Okay?
Mike lies when he says we talked for almost an hour.
I got him off in like five minutes, and then we hung up.
Oh, snap.