I’m having the darnest time uploading pictures lately. Not all too happy about that really but anyway…
And maybe it’s all for the best. I was trying to upload pictures of this not so slammin’ meal I cooked yesterday. The salad wasn’t all bad, to be honest. I mean, it wouldn’t win a photo contest or nothing but I quite enjoyed myself. It’s the fish that would’ve thrown you off. I’ve heard of blackened salmon but is there such a thing as blackened fish? Whiting, that is. ‘Now, in my mind I’m thinking, all these so-called foodies out there don’t get it right the first, second or third time either. That would definitely be me.
Anyway, just to give you random tidbits, my internet, I kid you not, is slower than dial-up. Don’t even ask why or how long it’ll be that way. Don’t you just hate folk asking you questions and whatnot when you’re frustrated? Beatrice from Apartment 7B won’t be none too happy about this picture upload issue. Just know that I’ll explain the deal later. I have a lot to share with you good folks actually but all in due time. As it is, I’m making do with what I have, which means I’m grinning and bearing it, pretty much.
On a much different note, I was talking to this young woman and she was giving me the brevity of this little relationship she was in with this fella. Now, when I saw the fella and thought of her, I thought she was just a little something to do. Know what I mean? There are times the strangest of thoughts can run across folks mind and I know ’cause I’m a folk. Well, this last fella I saw I got to thinking on him one time ’cause from the way he talked, he’d seen a fair amount of women folk and my thought was, ‘His ole recycled ass.’ You know, just somebody going in and outta this and that hole. He just started looking nasty to me.
So when this little chick told me about this fella she was seeing, who she now says, “I don’t know what we are now,” I got to thinking about the song in the video below. Now, Beatrice from Apartment 7B is a staunch feminist. She’d have some shit to say to that young woman I, a part-time genteel southern woman like myself, would never say. (wink, wink)