Time Flies

I don’t know the exact date, but sometime in June 1997 was the last time I wore a skirt. I had a job interview but had already purged skirts, dresses, etc from my wardrobe. To look professional, I borrowed an old skirt and blouse from M. Probably got some shoes and stockings from Payless. Did I go so far as to wear a slip? No. My hair was natural, but I didn’t have locs then. I had little “buckwheat” looking plaits going every which way. My mother thought no one was ever going to give me a job with hair like that.

Thankfully, she was wrong.  I got the job and the outfit was officially retired (ie donated to the Salvation Army). I hope it did someone else some good.

Virtual Reality

In my new murder/mystery/horror/adventure game, everything was moving along as expected:
is my character/the hero  a white college-aged dude who cracks wise? (check!)
is there a mysterious stranger in town? (check!)
has a beautiful woman appeared out of the blue who is attracted to me? (check!)
etc…

Then, my character goes home and finds his mother on the ground unconscious.
He calls 911 and as his mother is being taken away, the doctor says, “Oh yeah, bring her health insurance card to the hospital with you.”

Health Insurance Card? Okay… Fine, I think, the hunt for the mysterious stranger will return after we find the insurance card.

Foolish me! After visiting mother–the nurse pulled the hero to the side and explained that the insurance company claimed that mother was no longer insured because she missed last months payment!

The nurse assured him that without insurance mother would still receive treatment…but they would no longer have a house to live in…

What. The. Hell.

Our hero’s  new assignment? Find proof of payment… (sigh)

Say What, Stevie?

My Papa disapproved it, Mama boo-hooed it, but i told them time and time again. Don’t you know i was made to love her?

Why is this song not THE lesbian anthem?