I don’t know too much about what’s going on politically nowadays. My head’s been buried in business, writing and painting. I’m delayed on getting my eBook out. My writing is going well in the critque group I joined. I have a portrait to complete, which I’ll post here tomorrow, so life is going. I’m not here to talk about me though. Well…yes, I am.
You see, only one month into the new year, I’ve had a coupla idiot moments already, which I’m so not proud of. I’ll only speak of one ’cause I don’t have energy for the other. Whatever am I talking about, you ask. Well, I’m so very humbly thankful for your concern and interest.
A coupla weeks ago, I was working in my studio and got this phone call that jarred me outta work mode. See, I’m the type of folk who mind my business like I’m supposed to. I don’t show up on folk doorstep and ring them up and transform myself into a drama queen to borrow money when I’ve never had a few good, longwinded conversations with them before. Neither have I ever asked them to borrow money and had the audacity to request they go make the payment I need the money for (Scratching my brain). Are you following me, folks?
Now, you don’t have to tell me it was an idiot move that I loaned the money. No, I didn’t go to whatever place of business to make the payment ’cause that would’ve made me an even bigger idiot. Bigger is not always better.
Well, the reason I forked out the dough was the woman nearly got to boohooing on me and she’s somebody’s mama. Mainly, my daughter’s best friend’s mama, who now don’t seem to be best friends anymore, which has nothing to do with the money, mind you.
Now, if I did borrow money from you, I’m not gonna tell you a payback date and not follow up when I can’t pay it back. Neither will I start sending you some jive ass text messages about being so thankful and close with “Blessed.” That ain’t blessed. That’s bullshit, okay? Folk need to know the difference. And while I’ve been bullshitted, which you may never have been in your life being as smart as you so naturally are, I just wanted you to know that I’d never show up at your doorstep to do sucha thing. Mainly, on account that I don’t know where you live no how and I don’t like borrowing.
I was thinking about stalking?that ass but the qualifications for a stalker entails a lotta nonsense energy and I don’t have it, which is why I blog, I guess.