Up above ma' head, I hear music in de air

There must be a God somewhere...

Moya left for the week. I forget how much of a friend she is to me sometimes, and when shes gone, I'm lost fumbling around like a lost monkey. A pathetic site to behold. But she came back...small miracles.

I was driving my friends car the other night. The tire blew out on Peachtree. After arguing with crackheads for 25 minutes as one of them picked it up and tried to resale the hubcap back to me for 5.00, I managed to get the car into a drivethrough. Lucky for me- there were two lovely young men around 22 years of ag (complete with white tees and gold teeth)who helped me crank the car up high enough to change the tire. Sometimes in the midst of things, I forget about that good southern comfort. And thanlks to my dad who again bailed me out of a potential disaster..

Alysia graduated and treated us to maggianos. Yum yum. I'm so very happy for her as I await my own march down that isle...

This blog aint finished but i gotta go.

peace