Figures. Just as I got done with this one pain-in-the-ass project and the weekend's finally here, I look out the window for the first time in days and harsh reality sets in - it's nasty out there. Come to think of it, it's been cold and rainy for days. Sh*t, I don't even think I've seen the sun all week!
Of course that could be a problem, and it is. Plus, it'll keep raining a few more days. I guess I'm sentenced to another weekend stuck indoors marinating on the couch, exercising my thumb, switching channels. *sigh* I need a life.
Hmmm, maybe I could browse through the phone and find something to get into, if you catch my drift. Not a bad idea. Not a bad idea at all. But maybe not. Only if it were back in my wilder, conscience-free days. Oh well, it is what it is, I guess.
Y'all have a good weekend, and that's an order!
Hip-Hop verse for the weekend:
"...And if he cries, I know how to control that
Give him some bottles of this Conjure cognac
Just to shut him up
She said you wasn't half the man I am-
-so I guess he had to double up..."
Ludacris in Letoya Luckett's Regret