I can't really call it evil or evilness. It's more like impatience, snappiness... essentially... burn out. I need time off from work, time off from church and this is not the right time...
So... I press. I woosah. And unfortunately I've also been showing my evil side.
Just because I'm sportin' a little 'fro does not mean that I look like Jill Scott. Jilly is absolutely beautiful but no I do not see the resemblance. Someone has dubbed me the library Angie Stone. HUH?!?! Now when I had longer hair, I was told I looked like Star Jones (plump Star, before the weight loss). Nah peeps, I look like me and I've yet to see a celebrity that I resemble.
Apologies for the evil leakage...
And no I'm not locking my hair! I'm going to let my afro grow and surround my head like a halo! I want it to be big, thick and unruly. I want to look like a throw back from the 70s. I want to look like I have a 12 inch vinyl record in the back of my head. And if someone touches my hair one more time to cop a feel because it looks hard... Guess what?! It is! I have coarse hair and it's splendid. No I'm not breaking down and perming it. You can't believe I cut my hair off? What made me do it? I did it because I wanted to. Get over it. It's only hair!!!!
Okay... I apologize again...
The evil in me does not like Femi Kuti, Nina Simone and Joshua Redman... Joshua Redman's Jazz Crimes is playing as I type... I usually listen to silence as type...
Oh and the evil in me does not like Sade... "You give me, you're giving me the sweetest taboo"...
And the evil in me loves it when I don't go to bed until the wee hours of the morning... so I wake up evil and the cycle repeats...
Good people, I'm off to Lala Land as Sade's By Your Side plays...
