something more

ever get the feeling you need something more?
still figuring what "more" is. hmm...

Ohhhh...So THAT'S What That Strange and Pleasant Feeling is...

...it's the feeling of home.

::exhale::

I've been mobile so long I didn't even recognize it at first.

And I only got it from the Chi.

Guess that's the winner.

venting...customer service, what?

so, i think identity crisis posted on this topic awhile back. in her post, she mentioned customer service has improved due to the recession and people being very conscience about (potentially) losing their jobs. well, can someone PLEASE stop by the target at 14th & irving in the district? PLEASE?

so, i'm all happy, just left the gym from the BOMB workout, it's all of 10:30 and i need to make a return. head up to customer service, wait my turn and next i know, this chic is angrily waving me to her line. i greet her in a normal fashion, "hey, how are you?" while placing my bags on the counter. response (without looking at me), "you need to take your stuff out of the bag." So, of course, i gave her the "bitch please" look while taking the items out of the bag. then, i had to remember to channel my inner blacklily and kill this bitch with kindness. ugh...
so, i guess she didn't like the fat that i didn't hand her the items or receipt and simply left the items on the counter for her to deal with.
oops, i just did what you TOLD me to do...the items are now out of your bag.

so, she proceeds to abruptly return my items without asking me how i would like my money credited to me, looking at me or acknowledging me in any way. in fact, she went as far as to place my cash (which i didn't want) on the counter instead of in my hand. no joke. of course there was a convo with the M.O.D.


anyway, i just needed to vent 'cause there are 2 things i have no tolerance for: disrespectful kids & shitty customer service. however, i had to post in response that i have found customer service to be much more sub-par these days. i think a lot of his has to do with the stress level of employees. just know this, stressed or not, don't make boog act a badblackgirl.

Impress Yourself (A Purple Pill Reminder)

Fear of what everyone else thinks is pretty much pointless.

THEY always thought you were an affirmative action student.

THEY always thought you progressed so far because someone, somewhere, got you in.

And THEY figure you'll never really succeed.

So impressing THEM is never really going to happen. And trying to impress THEM only validates their negative opinion of you.

Small minds breed small opinions.

And no one can convince you that you can do this except yourself. So you might as well stop running around looking elsewhere for your own good opinion of yourself.

Shake it off.

Give yourself your own good opinion of yourself.

Stop being afraid of negative outside opinion.

Impress yourself.

And you'll be fine.

Be.

I am missing home so much right now. I miss my friends. I miss my family. I miss Mr.

Funny thing is, I don't know which home I miss most anymore. I miss them all. And I am tired of missing them all. The time has come for me to settle. I know that means I have to choose a place. And that means I will be missing out on something no matter where I choose. But I've got to. I'm 27. I can't keep dipping and moving and roaming all around the world. I want to be in one place and just BUILD.

In my top three are Chicago, the DMV and Atlanta.

Urban areas are a must. Predominantly black urban areas are pretty much a must too, but if I need settle for just urban (like San Francisco) I will.

And I have people in all three of those places.

That is all. Enjoy....

I want to be as free as the spirits of those who left
I'm talking Malcom, Coltrane, my man Yusef
Through death through conception
New breath and resurrection
For moms, new steps in her direction
In the right way
Told inside is where the fight lay
And everything a nigga do may not be what he might say
Chicago nights stay, stay on the mind
But I write many lives and lay on these lines
Wave the signs of the times
Many say the grind's on the mind
Shorties blunted-eyed and everyone wanna rhyme
Bush pushing lies, killers immortalized
We got arms but won't reach for the skies
Waiting for the Lord to rise
I look into my daughter's eyes
And realize that I'm gonna learn through her
The Messiah, might even return through her
If I'm gonna do it, I gotta change the world through her
Furs and a Benz, gramps wantin 'em
Demons and old friends, pops they hauntin' him
The chosen one from the land of the frozen sun
When drunk nights get remembered more than sober ones
Walk like warriors, we were never told to run
Explored the world to return to where my soul begun
Never looking back or too far in front of me
The present is a gift
and I just wanna BE

Aaron McGruder is a Prophet

The man is a genius.