ENTRAPMENT!!!!

(Note- I did do an entry last night, so scrolly on down if you missed it! :))

THE BITCH SET ME UP!!!!!!

I AINT SPEAKING TO NOBODY BUT MY LAWYER!!!!

I PLEAD THE FIF! F-I-F, FIF!!!!!!

All these feelings, and more, passed through my soul last night. As all y'all DC folks know, they got these ignant ass speed cameras all about the city. Studies have shown that the cameras do NOT reduce the speed of drivers, except for when they are approaching a speed trap, and that the city is making millions of dollars in revenue from them. Bastids. But those things are marked quite clearly, so you really shouldn't be getting caught up with them, especially two years in to the program. BUT, who knew about the new speed traps: parked police cars that snap a picture of speeding cars???? Well, I'll tell you who didn't know: me. That doesn't even sound legal. Well, maybe it is legal, since I was speeding. But it's downright mean.

I am enjoying the next 23 minutes, until I have to get in the car and drive to my hellacious job. Life for a shorty shouldn't be so rough. But at least the end is in sight. I'm in a wireless cafe and I see all of these people, happy and dressed casually. Conducting business over the phone and whatsnot. I hope one day that will be me. Actually, I would be happy with a 9-6 (that 5'o clock shit died a loooong time ago) that makes me....well, happy. Don't breezy summer days make you want to have a beau to play hooky from work with and cook him buckwhear pancakes, whilst you listen to John Legend? Or you could have a day like he did in the video for "Save Room", minus all the other women and plus me and minus you and plus John Legend? Me too. Sigh.

Ok, have a fun day. Don't get locked up. Pray for me. And if you REALLY want to show the Lord how much you love your fellow man, you can drop me a couple hundreds in the mail. That way, I don't have to work and I can entertain you all day long! Shoot, for a few Benjamins, I will come to your office/home/synagogue/prison/hospice/baby momma 'nem crib and either tap dance or eat watermelon. But not both. I'm not no Sambo.

The bitch really did set me up.
Sister Toldja