It's Getting Late

Title of one of my favorite songs by Floetry.

Well, I'm up ... incredibly high off an entire pot of coffee. I refuse to go to bed until I have written my term paper so all I have to do tomorrow is edit it. However, I'm only on page 3 (it has to be no more than 10 pages) and I don't have the energy to make another pot of coffee. Plus, I want to go running in the morning ... so I may be calling it a night shortly.

My mind is running too wild with thoughts of 'other' things that it is almost impossible for me to concentrate on writing about black churches and George W. Bush's faith-based initiative. So, I'm taking a break to attack these thoughts head on.

I dislike 'chicks'. Why can't we get along? Why can't we be genuinely happy for the other when something positive happens? Why must we tear each other down with words and prayers of failure? I have a homegirl who I know in my heart hopes that I fail at my current relationship attempt. I know, right? What kind of shyt is that? But that's how I feel. And it's not paranoia ... it's an 'instinct' that I have and a mention from my current 'beau'. And that hurts. I thought this chick and I were cool as hell ... but apparently we aren't and never were. The gurl even told the dude negative stuff about me ... wtf?! I'm not the type to lose a friend over a guy so I addressed her to make sure there was no problem with me dating 'her' friend ... and after we talked it was resolved ... or so I thought. Since ole boy and I have been dating, she limits communication with me (and him for that matter) and doesn't invite me to go out with her and our other homegirl. Childish, right? If she had a problem with me and dude dating, she should have spoken up a month ago when we initially started dating. My only hope is that she squashes whatever 'beef' she has with us dating and accept it.

I dislike 'work'. I sometimes feel like a straight up 'slave' at my place of employment. Do this, do that ... bitch you do it. How 'bout that? I'm so tired of taking orders from a bitch who doesn't know half the shyt I know ... and even seeks my counsel on how to manage her employees. Somebody ... please tell me what the hell is going on? On top of that, the national director drip dries when she pees, doesn't wash her hands and has consecutively worn the same black velvet pants with flower embroidery for 12 days straight. AND she eats peanut butter STRAIGHT from the tube ... OMG. Ole nasty heffa ... and this is who the VP has chosen for me to report to?! I am offended by his choice of a successor for my previous boss who was the shyt.

I dislike 'pollen'. I JUST washed my car Saturday only to wake up Sunday morning with green crap on my car. On top of that, I can't even let my sunroof back to enjoy the 'fresh' air without feeling like crap by the time I get to my destination. I let my sunroof back twice over the weekend only to find myself popping Tylenol sinus / allergy medicine by the time I returned home. I HATE Atlanta. As soon as I graduate, the relocation project will be in full effect.

I dislike 'people from the past'. Yet, I continue to entertain these people. I SHOULD know better. They are a part of the past for a reason.

I dislike 'writing term papers'. I used to enjoy doing research but now I'm starting to get burned out from doing papers and presentations. Come on with the graduation already. Only 3 more classes to go. Pray for my sanity, please!

Anyway, I've exhausted enough time and cleared enough space in my mind to continue writing my term paper. Until the next go round.