I wish it weren't so hard for me to get through this "inner peace" book, or that I wasn't too busy to attend those meditation sessions in SoHo like I wanted to, because it seems that more often than not, I'm in the funkiest of funky moods. And I sit around pouting to no one in particular, trying to get my way from no one in particular (see- THIS is why I need a man!) Today, rather than blame myself for dilly-dallying at work and now finding myself stuck in the middle of a trillion deadlines, I think I will blame the rain.
I understand that rain is necessary in the natural order of things (I am a former scientist after all) but does it have to come on a Monday when I've gotten little to no sleep and I've been slapped in the face with all the work I didn't do last week which is now due?
And does it have to come on a day when my umbrella breaks and N reminds me that she left her umbrella at school and all we have for the three of us to walk the five blocks to the train station is K's small green Totes umbrella?
And does it have to come on a day that I stupidly grab the wrong jacket from my closet and leave the house that way, much to my fashion sense's chagrin? Or on a day when I forget to pack my lunch and have to pay almost $15 for a meal that left me feeling nauseous, reminding me that I've STILL not gone to get a physical or to visit an OB/GYN like I promised myself (and my family) I would?
Yeah, I'm gonna blame this funky mood on the rain. Why not? If wack-ass Milli Vanilli can do it, why can't I?
*no smooches...my pants are all wet n shyt and I don't feel like kissing you"
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If you got a hunger for what you see
You'll take it eventually
You can have anything you want
But you better not take it from me
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