I’m glad I worked at Target.
Exasperated, she stands up off the ground again. “Ughhh. I keep forgetting things that I need.” Shaking her hair, the young woman was interrupted by her guest who was slyly watching her every movement. “Yeah, go on over there and get you a handful of Rolos. You won’t be ready without them Rolos.”
She stops walking and turns to face him, dumbfounded. This time, however, she didn’t have to ask out loud how he knew what she was referring to without having discussed it previously.
He looks up at her, in her bewildered state, smiles “I told you I was in your head.”
Thank you so much for being wonderful drivers. Being considerate and shit. So sweet. asking if I’m ok with the music and air. One thing I want to let you all know, you don’t have to turn down the music and/or drive slowly so that we may hold a conversation. I didn’t get in your car to gain a new friend. I truly just want to get from point a to point but. and while I’m sure that there are people who want to talk the whole trip…. I am not one of them.
So, if ever your rider gets in the car, speaks and then minds their business, leave them alone. They are just chilling. Leave. Me. Alone. Please. 😚💜
I got my first adjustment in I know two years. It felt amazing. My body had never popped as much as it did today.
In other news; I was thinking about someone who I love dearly who recently told me not to get comfortable where I am now. I told them I wasn’t. And I’m not. But today as I revisited their words, I’m grateful. It takes knowing and caring for as person to know when they need to keep pushing forward.
I’m pretty sure that I’m delusional.
My God Sister got me together real quick in a few small words; “You lowkey love yourself a hood nigga.”
I honestly didn’t know it was that obvious. But I mean…. obviously?
I can’t help myself. I love their drive. Their passion. I love how they don’t let me say what the hell I want to say.
I sat and cried when he told me that he wasn’t coming.