You Wonder....

for once i had a good night's sleep. or a least a few hours... last night was excellent for many reasons:
one) langston is not perfect... i can become angry with him for more than 10 minutes... and we can still be friends.... he does what he does cuz he loves me..... how quickly did i forget, i fought back tears last friday 'cuz he couldn't go to the show in houston.. cute butt, peel head, crooked smile and all.. that's my friend for life.... i love you.
two) bonding with my two homiegurls KIM2 and BrandyWine.... it was cool sisters, real cool...
three) hustle's version of is it a crime.....
four) neo-soul and the gifts i have received as a result. especially the biggest prize of them all......
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slide thru the back door a few minutes late this am.... feeling good i skip my ass to the rest room, 'cuz a sister's wearing a fly black suit and a fierce, i say fierce stripped shirt... you have to see it.. in other words i was looking REAL cute. as i turn the corner i am greeted by Cankle Crust reeking of krispy kreme eau du toilet, and a donut hole eating grin.
"good morning" in that sing song kind of hugelonelyladydesperationpitch that i've grown to loathe, despite my pity for her.... "don't you look nice".... she's eyeballing me like i'm a fcking candy cane, like i'm a black, cinnamon locked version of gretel....
"thanks. have a nice day. walking away as quickly as i can, i think aloud "i got to play off the dress code, make myself look a little more casual."
as i walk in the restDOOM to my surprise the walls are bare... it seems
NEW CHARACTER INTRODUCTION
post no bills: paper grafitti's archenemy
post no bills has taken down all of the signs except the ones requesting that you don't pour substances down the drain... what the hell? now i have a dilema... now is the opportunity to sieze the day, put another form of obnoxious posting on the wall... it kind of sucked.
"fck." the door opens, and in walks Cankle Crust, apparently walking away did nothing to show her i was either not interested in what she had to say, or not interested in what she had to say.
she continues as if i had invited her into the restDOOM for an early morning chat...
"i see (glad you're not blind) that you girls (why do we have to be girls) were having a (BBB) meeting (3 or more black women) on the back porch."
"did you?" i say sternly, like Cankle Crust don't make me beat your ass with a jar of vasoline.... you walking that fine line between lotion and cooking oil...
"it seemed YES, IT WILL BE TELEVISED and I SAID A BOOM CHICK A BOOM were obviously upset."
"i didn't notice."
"weren't they? i mean YES, IT WILL BE TELEVISED said something about _________"...
ohhh hellll too the nawwwwwwwwwwwwww
to be continued