I do apologize World,
I missed you guys yesterday, but I gotta lot going on with it being Homecoming Week. Im out penetratin' the streets with flyers, meeting with folks and pimpin, as usual. I really cant help it. I get from both of my parents, but my grands are the real pimps. My grandfather went to jail for shooting another pimp whose chose Grandpa. Grams *smh* got the ladies and the gentlemen breaking bread and their necks to please her. She was married to a man, now she's married to a woman.Thats probably where I get that shit from. I'm like "Nicki Minaj loves the boys...I like the girls, too, but you gotta be a bad one."
Yesterday was a light day, but got some things accomplished. Stopped by one barbershop, my old barber was about to pull off, but he stopped, bitch in the car and all, to talk to me. He even went as far as to ask me "is that stomach still flat?" Another barber stopped me later, who works with my other barber, he wants to see me and cut me up for free. Last shop, made a biz deal and got a free cut. Met the owner of autoshop who got the buggy right. I filled out the invoice with my info, without any charges. Them folks worked on my car for hours. I know, I was stuck there the whole time. I went for a service that should taken no longer than 20-30 minutes total, but the they discovered other shit. I am not complaining. I went to sleep thanking the LORD and woke up with a continuation! Leaving the shop, I went to J. Alexander picked up a quick dinner for me and my lil girl compliments of this wanna-be-with-me as nigga. Stayed there bout fifteen minutes then rolled on downtown. Showed my face in the spot.
Then went home to give Uncle Frank a piece of mind to relieve him from an exasperating day. He couldn't believe I didn't run upstairs to my office/temporary living quarters right away versus me chillin on the loveseat with him. I knew he had a hard long day losing all his IDs and cards. I am a REAL friend plus I get a kick out of it. He seemed surprised I came home with J. Alexander bags and that I left the Auto shop with such an "outstanding" bill. All I needed was to be able to get around. I'm back bitches! Well.......almost.
Well, he's got family coming in, so we gotta go somewhere else. He wanna act all concerned about where I'm going to stay. Why? You should've thought about that before you invited us to come stay with you. I cant find somewhere to go every time someone comes in town and you don't want them to know you housin a bitch plus one. The funniest is when he tries to hide me from the people who super know I exist like these NFL agents and players. Little does he know, they refer to him as my husband and other half. lol We never put a title on our relationship besides friends and business partners. (Yeah right) I seen his barber yesterday . First thing he says to me is "Where's Frank?" "This is him on the phone," coincindently. The whole town knows, even at this point there really nothing to know. If they only knew...
I gotta go for now that was more than enough. Read the past blogs to understand more of this one. Dont be offended by the lingo.
Join me as I, rejoice in hope, endure affliction, and persevere in prayer.
Love. Peace. & Hairgrease to you,
(you're suppose to say and also with you)
[Miss]underSTOOD
I missed you guys yesterday, but I gotta lot going on with it being Homecoming Week. Im out penetratin' the streets with flyers, meeting with folks and pimpin, as usual. I really cant help it. I get from both of my parents, but my grands are the real pimps. My grandfather went to jail for shooting another pimp whose chose Grandpa. Grams *smh* got the ladies and the gentlemen breaking bread and their necks to please her. She was married to a man, now she's married to a woman.Thats probably where I get that shit from. I'm like "Nicki Minaj loves the boys...I like the girls, too, but you gotta be a bad one."
Yesterday was a light day, but got some things accomplished. Stopped by one barbershop, my old barber was about to pull off, but he stopped, bitch in the car and all, to talk to me. He even went as far as to ask me "is that stomach still flat?" Another barber stopped me later, who works with my other barber, he wants to see me and cut me up for free. Last shop, made a biz deal and got a free cut. Met the owner of autoshop who got the buggy right. I filled out the invoice with my info, without any charges. Them folks worked on my car for hours. I know, I was stuck there the whole time. I went for a service that should taken no longer than 20-30 minutes total, but the they discovered other shit. I am not complaining. I went to sleep thanking the LORD and woke up with a continuation! Leaving the shop, I went to J. Alexander picked up a quick dinner for me and my lil girl compliments of this wanna-be-with-me as nigga. Stayed there bout fifteen minutes then rolled on downtown. Showed my face in the spot.
Then went home to give Uncle Frank a piece of mind to relieve him from an exasperating day. He couldn't believe I didn't run upstairs to my office/temporary living quarters right away versus me chillin on the loveseat with him. I knew he had a hard long day losing all his IDs and cards. I am a REAL friend plus I get a kick out of it. He seemed surprised I came home with J. Alexander bags and that I left the Auto shop with such an "outstanding" bill. All I needed was to be able to get around. I'm back bitches! Well.......almost.
Well, he's got family coming in, so we gotta go somewhere else. He wanna act all concerned about where I'm going to stay. Why? You should've thought about that before you invited us to come stay with you. I cant find somewhere to go every time someone comes in town and you don't want them to know you housin a bitch plus one. The funniest is when he tries to hide me from the people who super know I exist like these NFL agents and players. Little does he know, they refer to him as my husband and other half. lol We never put a title on our relationship besides friends and business partners. (Yeah right) I seen his barber yesterday . First thing he says to me is "Where's Frank?" "This is him on the phone," coincindently. The whole town knows, even at this point there really nothing to know. If they only knew...
I gotta go for now that was more than enough. Read the past blogs to understand more of this one. Dont be offended by the lingo.
Join me as I, rejoice in hope, endure affliction, and persevere in prayer.
Love. Peace. & Hairgrease to you,
(you're suppose to say and also with you)
[Miss]underSTOOD
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