Last night, I dreamt about another basement. This one was in the home of my mom's best friend. All of these dreams about houses and basements is both fascinating and freaky.
And I'm still mad.
I was mad at work today. And I started the day by tracking poo into the house because Lil' Frankfurter took a dump on the doormat on the deck ... the brown doormat. So it all blended in. And I walked through it right before I walked through my house.
So, yeah, I was mad about that, too. Poo isn't part of my interior design concept, you know?
So, I've been thinking about anger, and what to do with it. And I realized why I love all the Madea movies. Madea does what everybody really wants to do. She runs her mouth. She drives too fast and tells people she shot Tupac.
I especially like this clip from Diary of a Mad Black Woman.
Mmmm-hmmm.
So, I'm mad. I haven't driven my car through any gates and I haven't torn up anybody's clothes. But somewhere, amongst the dreams about basements, my brain is figuring it all out. I guess it all goes back to faith.
Mad faith. Fuck yeah.
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That was hysterical!! I've never seen the movie, and am sitting here laughing my ass off!
I'm taking you out. I'm getting you drunk. It may be an expensive drink, after you consider the plane fare and all, but it will be worth it. You are worth it.
Ex's: Can't live with 'em, can't kill 'em.
I'm so with you on this one. Fuck YEAH!!
When I read your blog yesterday, this scene came to mind! I LOVE IT!!!!
Oh...and speaking of ramming cars, here's my favorite car ramming scene ever!!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-b9Z3MYo2M0
that's a great reason to get mad--poo in your house--ew! I do like that rip it scene. Nearly as much as when kathy bates rams into the sweet young thing in Fried Green Tomatoes.
We had a cat when we got our first dog, who quickly became friends. One night, the cat decided to use my new big potted plant as a litter box and it fell over. The cat and dog apparently had a play fest in the middle of the night. We woke up to find urine-soaked mud and poo paw prints (both cat and dog) all over the living room, including the furniture. A good way to start out the work day? I think not. One word comes to mind - grouchy. I got rid of the big potted plant. Maybe you need to replace your brown carpet with a lighter color so Lil' Frank's 'gifts' are not such a surprise.
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