I bought the "Rose that Grew From the Concrete" CD, a collection of poems by Tupac, but read by other artists (hell, he's dead, so he cant read them). Now I'm not one to fall into the "Tupac is the greatest ever and if you dont believe it then I'll kill you" boat, but the man was amazing. I can hear his voice reading his poetry as I listened to the CD, and there isnt an adequate word to describe his poetry. That is one CD I'm glad I bought rather than burned. The poem What of a Love Unspoken features Tre from Pharcyde and it reminds me of my Frisco ex. But it doesn't make me sad, because unlike the person in Tupac's poem, I didn't pass him by. Things may not have worked out, but we gave it a shot. And I know I'll love him til I die.
Complaint of the Day... (So Far)
My job doesn't give me MLK day off. So I am launching a one woman protest, and I'm not coming to work. I dont see why they can't give us the day off, I mean, black folks DO work here, even if we're the extreme minority. I have to use a sacred Vacation day thats supposed to go to my beautiful birthday week celebration (yeah, I said week. I do it big now since I'm getting up there, LOL). But that is okay. I will sacrifice my vacation day to make a black folks statement. And I'm gonna get a little red, black and green flag and put it on my desk Friday so they can see it when they come in Monday. Ha Ha to my opressors! I will overcome (with my paid vacation that y'all can't do nothing about!! Ha Ha!)
Other Stuff
I am always the last person to know how to do stuff. I just realized that the OD on/off button on my car can make my car go 10x faster ni a shorter amount of time. Now everyone in my house knew this, but no one told me. They're scared I'll kill myself, I guess. But lemme tell you, I pushed that button this morning driving to work, and suddenly my average 4:30 a.m. speed of 80 seemed so slow. I have a new toy now... and I'm not scared to unleash the fury of the GT. Well I wasnt scared before I knew what that button did. But now I'm sick wit it.
Also, I'm hungry. I dont think I have enough for lunch today, which means I'm gonna be ultra cranky. Oh well. I'll pray for myself, so I wont slice anyone in half. I'm doing well with my temper. I almost had the record for the first "Cuss-Free" drive home. Notice I said almost. Some idiot cut me off using the wrong blinker (He cut into the LEFT lane, with his RIGHT blinker on... jackass!) and I basically used every cuss word I'd been holding in since the 60 west. And that was a lot of cussin. I felt so bad, I spent the whole rest of the ride in deep, prayerful meditation. Man, when I say "pray for me", you gotta know I ain't playin at all.
Well gotta go do some work. At the tone the time will be... 6.... 09...a.m.... exactly. BEEP!!!!
