Let 'em RavE!!!!

Ever feel conspired against? Like there was some sorta strange energy in the cosmos working to ruin you? Like there was this prophetically blue being, with eyes the size of jelly beans and brains as big as Canada, floating on this whiff of smoke, managing you like a limited edition Voodoo Barbie and your day like chess. Sabotage!!!.....Checkmate!

Well funny that I mentioned it, but I woke up this morning feeling like something just needed to be shattered—a collarbone, a cell phone, a walnut, a window…something. I needed to shout! And I didn’t necessarily understand what the feeling was until I managed to leave the house for class this morning on time for the bus to only watch the buss pull off without me…

But why, you ask. Why would you get up so early in the morning, fight with your sister for the bathroom, shower, masturbate, fall asleep, and wake back up to leave the house on time, which is a rarity for you, to make it to the bus stop for class and watch the bus pull off without you?

Because my bus card was no longer in my pocket…

From what my memory serves me of this morning, and it usually serves me well, as I locked the door to my parents house in pursuit of the bus stop, I slid my bus pass in my pocket. My right pocket. I remember because I’m righted and my right hand is where I held my keys, the keys that I locked my parents front door with, and the card. I remember because I was fighting to manage both my keys and my card with locking the door and to prevent furthering the argument, that’s when I slipped the card into my pocket.

So why, you ask, if indeed you pocketed your card, why wasn’t it in your pocket when you went to retrieve it?

I have no idea. The bus came. Creeked. Stopped. And zoomed off. I was still left on the corner. Someone pLEASE check the cosmos!!

I eventually made it to class. Footlocker still hasn’t come off my shoes yet, and because the buses are rerouted downtown, catching them is a bitch. I’m hungry, I’m sleepy…I’m cranky. It’s nobody’s day today. PMS?—maybe…but I doubt it.

I’m thinking if Damon doesn’t show up for work tonight today would’ve been a wreck of a day.

I fear for the people at work.

But I found my phone yesterday, and I’mma attempt to spend the night with my Brown Baby tonight. Cash put me on his BlogRoLL, so this is my SHOUT OUT to Cash, and MISS Walter Lee White agreed to dinner!...but we are NOT going to Fogo da Meat-Rack!

The venue is till pending.