I got outside. Was gonna RUN to 63rd street and I was like, uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.
NOPE!
So I just kinda started...?
MOSYING on up the block.
Might as well had this song playing while I was blatantly walking;
When you hear shit like this in your head when you're supposed to be HURRYING UP!?
-_-
You're not hurrying ANYWHERE.
And I knew right off the bat I'm in NO MOOD TO RUN THIS MORNING.
My mind is more on finishing these two stories for Tansoba Ellis.
And hardly on worrying about TWO WHITE-OWNED EMPLOYER JOBS that I'm making money for and not getting back as much as I COULD OR SHOULD.
To be honest with you I'm not too happy nor proud of myself that I wasted all those years settling with Noni when she made it crystal clear that she wanted TO BLEND IN WITH WHITE AMERICAN SOCIETAL "NORMS".
While she was very much aware that I DO NOT AND NEVER HAVE.
So if you are wondering why I typed that direct post reminding Stacey of the fact that she is still CHOOSING to stand outside and sit on the proverbial steps to the house that she knows she wants to come back into with me.
That is why.
Because TIME.
Can never be recovered.
And as the example above illustrates.
And the previous post states.
I'm far from a spring chicken.
And so are you Stacey.
At this point TIME is now NOT on EITHER OF OUR SIDES.
And I have always known that you need to be reminded of these things in situations like these specifically.
Either way with music like that going through my head I'm not reaching the pick-up point IN TIME TO BE PICKED UP. Next van comes at 7:30am EST.
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