Beat down. That’s this chicktoday. I don’t think I’ve heard my name at all today without a request chaser (B, would you mind…?) When I walked through the door at 10 o-freakin-clock, I heard every singe song for down-trodden black family and/or woman. It started with Oooh Child,” followed by “Baby Mama” and went on from there. I thought it was cute that I called my younger sister, and she had Alicia Keys’ “Superwoman” as my ring and call tone.
When I finally sat down, my feet felt as though I had spent th entire day walking on glass. It had me thinking about the last time I got a really good foot rub. It’s been so long, I can’t remember. it seems, however, that I’m getting sprinkled with some pixie dust. There is a whole lot more for me to say, but my eyelids are too heavy. nite world.