Calgone and Coffee
So after spending a night contemplating the possible disappearances of several individuals(criminals and annoying people). Then spending a day with my really good friend Jose(aka cuervo, baby, straight no salt no lime). I was feeling bad. I mean really, I am a grown ass woman, right. I work hard for what I have. I have my own man, and I am not having to sneaky creep around. I have a job, that sucks, but it pays. So what in the world gives me the right to be mopey, weepy and bitchy all the time. Not a dayum thing. Well I mean no where is it written that I have to be happy go lucky, chip-cher-cherue either but, well Lately i have been all “its my party and i’ll cry if i want to.” Thing of it is. well if I really sit and think about my life, I know I am blessed. I have a lot that most don’t. And the things I don’t have well, if I worked harder or did certian things, i might have or could have.
I will be the first to admit, I have a lazy streak a mile wide and don’t lets talk about being stubborn. To quote one of my grandmother’s in-law meemaw “i ain’t stubborn, you wanna know if i am stubborn you can just ask ME about it and i’ll tell you, I ain’t stubborn.”
LMAO So i guess the point of this little soliloquy is to say that well for a minute at least i am am resolved to be happy, not just content. To do a little more, give a little extra and smile.
After a night of mumblin’, grumlin and my good friend cuervo, i think i will spend tonight with my girls coffee and calgone. They always seem to help me find some clarity in things.
I mean some of my best ideas have come while splashing away in a tub of bubbles, wondering how come when i say “take me away” no hot light caramel Jamaican brothas’ or dark dark Cuban papis appear to tend me. And well coffee, she just helps me get going, puts a proverbial boot in my ass and says “yeah you don’t wanna, but who cares”
Those two pick me up when my man cuervo drops me like a rock, and let me cry and blame my red cheeks on their steam. Help me think, relax and carry on.
To Coffee and Calgone, a sistah’s motivation and relaxation.
Carry on!
