hold up, don’t turn your head…
just slowly turn your head…
i cut my hand open washing a cup earlier.
i must have been washing it too hard or something.
i guess i don’t know my own strength.
see what i did?
all i know is when i saw the blood dripping into the sink,
i just stood there and shook my head.
was i that mad that i broke a cup with my hands?
my day had been a day…
my straight wolf friend had some time to burn before his meeting.
he texted me earlier to see if he could come through.
i was in the middle of making breakfast so i said why not?
when he arrived,
i threw on another omlettes and turned on love and hiphop atl.
i missed all the ratchetness last night so i needed to catch up.
as we ate the omelets i prepared,
he asked me an interesting question…