My little sister, Karen, aka Nappy Head bka Booty Meat, was asleep when I got home today. Yesterday I spent the night at my parents house with the intentions of finding my keys, because that’s where I lost them, and didn’t. I left the house for class early the next morning to return later in the afternoon after class to search again for my keys and Karen was still asleep.
She lost her job last week. She use to scoop ice cream like I use to scoop ice cream, day in and unfortunately day out until one glorious day, December First, in the year of Lord 2o-o5, I broke FREE from the shackles and emancipated myself—I quit! And as life progressed, I now work at the Money Factory **ken winks***
But Karen looks so weakened by her time off. It doesn’t feel natural with her always in the house, always in bed, always asleep. I’m actually beginning to get jealous. She told me the other day that she’s going to enjoy her vacation; finish a few puzzles, complete a couple of books, and worry about finding new work next week. Sounds innocent enough. I just wish her the greatest of fortune.
In Other News:
I spent the night with Mister Baby last night and as I was leaving, this morning, for cLasS… AGAIN (I need to find a new morning activity, I’m always going to cLasS) there was this school bus of boys parked right in front of the building. I took one step onto the pavement and they went BaLListiC!!!
—He a Fag!
—Look at ‘em!—He gay!
—Did you see the way he closed that door?
—Oh my GOD he gay!
And I’m all like, well, damn, could I at least make it across the street before m’day goes bad? So these little boys keep at it, and the way they bus was parked I had to walk the length of the bus to pass them. So I’m walkin’, they bashin’, I’m walkin’, they bashin’, and its not like they were trying to be discreet. I’m sure they’re not the first person(s) to see me on the street and instantly think FaG, I’m sure when I wear my high-heeled boots with the classically pointed toe nuns run for their wimples, but damn, have some decorum. So finally one of the little boys must’ve, either, said it too loud or too much: He GaY, and as I detoured to his window, killing him would’ve been to obvious, I looked at all their little dirt black faces in dingy white T’s and realized they’re not even Lower middle class. Killing them would have only made me tardy for school. Had I’d been some ritzy-titzy, embellished, finger poppin’ sissy, I woulda snatch out one of m’hairpins, castrated them, killed them and wrote the shit off on my taxes.
But,
because I’m SomeOne Greater than Love (LoL, was that overkill???) I merely corrected the little
monster:
Extremely Gay, Bitch!!
2 comments:
You a good one...if they would have tried me, i would have gotten them together instantly. All it takes in one good time...ONE GOOD TIME!!!
Don't you just love kids!
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