Libido’s back and this means trouble. I woke up at 8:00 am this morning thinking grown girl thoughts and wondering, “Who the heck and why now?”
I’d been doing a great job keeping my Kilimanjaro to my self. It was the safe way, the best way. I really had to get my energy back in full reserve so that I could continue on the journey of minding my own damn business. So yea, reserve’s back in full swing. I’m focused, things are moving, I’m happy and now I’m hella h****!
It was maybe the fourth or fifth thing I did after washing my face this morning but…I got my scroll on. Ironically I’d started deleting numbers out of my phone at an event last night so I’d shot myself in the leg so to say. I passed name by name in my PDA and nothing spoke to me. Wasn’t feeling it and I feel stuck in my own stinking matrix. My need to itch and scratch is going to put me in one of two places: I’ll either have to go back to my past and get one (or two) for the road or I’ll have to venture out into new territory and toy with a boy I’d never ‘known’ before. This is the very dilemma that has kept me in this what I wanna say three month drought. I don’t wanna do either. Fuggeemmalllll! But I can’t really say that because its not realistic. It’s just the process of getting there that blows my high and leaves me turning down more dates than I go on. Maybe I just haven’t met my match?
Did I dial? Nah…but I did text lol. We’ll see. My Saturday is a full one but I got this evening flagged in my planner where I’d scribbled the words, “Get Yours.”
The streets aren’t safe tonight. Mwwuahahaha.
-black girl.
Filed under: The Art of Storytellin' | Tags: buckhead, crazy, justin's atlanta, peachtree rd., starbuck's
A fresh Friday indeed and it has been another good week. I’ve had my head buried in the computer and books, researching and writing, scribbling ideas and pecking out thoughts like a mad hatter conjuring up his biggest prize. A few breaks in between, Sol Fusion with Doc & Sasha, a late night drive with Christian, PTA Movie night lol…had to break it up but all in all you get the drift.
I’m realizing how truly incredibly off in the mind some people are. Sure I’m one of them but for all of this time I thought I was one of the chosen few and everyone else was normal. I think that’s exactly what the world and society wants you to think. That you’re not something if you do a certain this. But really, normal is horribly relative and I no longer feel guilty for thinking that the next person needs therapy or a tall ice-cold glass to snuggle up and talk to.
I rewarded my early start with a trip to Starbuck’s this morning. Decided to take a spot in the drive-thru vs. parking and walking inside. For some reason, the speed demon in the Mercedes behind me thinks I’m going to park and zooms around me. Swerves the big body in close hoping to jump in but there wasn’t room. She slams on her breaks, car parallel to mine, rolls down her window and yells, “What the Fuck are you gonna do? Park or ride park or ride?” She was older and her voice was strained. The jowls on her neck jiggled as she screamed and waved her hand. (Sidebar: What’s crazy is that I’m writing about this lady’s jiggling neck meat.) She had this crazy big black poodle pouncing around in the back seat getting just as psycho as she was, barking and slobbing all kinds of nonsense. I just looked at the both of them and laughed. Out Loud. They were utter fools so I simply I inched my car back to give her angry ass just enough space to get in front of me, thus getting the :45 second head start on her day she’d fought so hard to get. Crazy witch.
I managed to acquire my caffine fix with all limbs attatched, but forgot I’d need gas to even get into work. Made a quick stop at the BP across from Justin’s to fill up. Do the usual, walk in to pay leaving the pump in my tank. When I came back outside there was a homeless man squeegeeing my dashboard and I was pissed. Not that he’d tried to do a good deed and get his hustle on at the same time, but because ole boy did it without asking. Ugh.
“Excuse me! I’m good I’m good sir.” I was walking in double pace trying to get his attention.
“Oh oh, I was tryna help you out miss. Okay?” He didn’t look too bad off but I guess you really don’t have to look bad off when you’re hungry. I reached in my bag and gave him three dollars. Do you know this fool looked at the three dollars looked back at me and frowned, “Damn baby this all you got?”
Park or ride, park or ride, lol.
-black girl.
