Okay I'm ATL Bound... about to get my swirl on @ Green Apple on Main Street, my karoke @ Pepper's in Jonesboro, my Soul expensive Veg on, MY WEST END MALL stroll, my "COLLID PARK" hit up, MY "Decatur where its GREATER" pass thru, my Raheem's Fish Spot, (man to his have the best "fish salad" ) Getting my Memorial Drive on....LENOX MALL will see me Not! I'll be too busy and Dekalb Farmers Market, and hit up Lil Five Point boutiques and pop on in @ Sevenada......
But before I do all of that... I gotta vent, ok so here goes START VENT NOW:
Today after driving some miles to GA, I got a flat. Thank God not along the way.. I asked FIVE. Not one, not two, not three not FOUR but, F I V E brothas. One couldn't leave the shop. Two told me I was pretty, but he had to get back to work. Three said thru his cigarette pursed lips grunting, he too had to go back to work. Four told me he run his empty Payless shoe store. Five, well you get the picture.
Now brothas, I'm not saying ya'll not out there, but today... after some 900 some miles, "negative," damn sure I've been helped "plenty of times" from by brothas, but today, "negative." But I'm venting, not holding a grudge, just venting. I'm sure we (black) women, and women in general, have let you down in one way or the other, but all a sista wanted was "her doughnut put on."
Jill Scott song and summed this up best, BROTHAS matter fact ALL men, this is for you..... can pay my own light bill baby....Pump my own gas..... in my own car ... I can buy my own shoe collection........I've been blessed thus far.......I can kill the spider above my bed.........Although it's hard because I'm scared............I can even stain and polyurethane............But some things just don't change I need you..... Sometimes so hard to say...... I need you Some things remain.......I can buy my own groceries baby.........Get my hair tight........, my nails right.......I can floss my own bling-bling..........Write the the words to the songs I sing..............I can even raise the child we'll make..........Make sure he's loved and knows what God gave us........I can teach him how to walk and stand......... But I need you to help him be a man We need you Some things don't change.... I could be congresswoman or a garbage woman..... Or police officer.... or a carpenter....I could be a doctor and a lawyer....Or a mother and a Good God,... whatcha done to me Kind of lover I can be.....I could be a computer analyst....The queen with the nappy hair, raising her fist...Or I could be much more and a myraid of this.....Hot as the summer........Sweet as the first kiss.......... And even though I can do all these things I need you And even though I can do all these things We need you (And you need us too)
~Okay end of vent~ I'LL have limited comp ACCESS and I could use a lil net away time... BLOG BREAK IN AFFECT STARTING NOW... PEACE
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This did teach me a valuable lesson:
Got myself a automatic car jack, and 4 way lug wrench.
And learned how to change my own darn tire!