I am actually pissed today.
So fuckin mad that I could break something.
Well, break a couple things.
My boss told me to come into work… and no one is here, including his ass.
Hell the Mexicans that clean have the day off.
But my ass is here ALONE.
Where is my Knight and Shining Wolf riding his white Navigator to rescue me from this injustice?
The Concrete Forest got WALLOPED by inches of God’s dandruff last night into this morning.
I looked out my window and did the “Happy Black Man Dance“.
I was SURE I would be home, watching cartoons, and getting chocolate wasted off of the brownies I made last night.
But alas, I am at work slaving over hot paper work for a deadline.
I am sure I melted snow as I walked through it because I was so HOT with anger.
I started to wish I had the lifestyle I dream of as I was falling through all that damn snow.
I need God to put a rush delivery on my blessings because I am over it.
I imagined myself with a Baller Wolf and being laid up with him today.
I would have cooked a meal for his dumb ass too.
I mean grubbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbb-bin.
He would pretty much have me laced in the finer things of life so I would have too.
(Foxy Rules: if your baller is paying your bills,
you could at least fix him a good meal.
Do not suffer Ciara’s fate with Curtis.)
Plus, I’d be doing my own thing so his money and my money
= mo money, mo money, mo money.
My bank account would look so pretty that I’d want to bring it in bed with me.
I could afford to take the day off because I own the world (lol not really but Id be comfortable)
Life would just be fantastic.
Id be doing my dream career, being with my dream men, and living the Fox dream.
But – I guess as I dream and fantasize,
I’ll do this work and be thankful to even have a job and my own crib.
Some people out there have neither.
Gotta look at the bright side, right?
Just a random thoughts.