I took a trip...

I can't even think right now. My mind is just foggy. I feel like i'm in pain, but i don't kno why. Let me just write and see what comes out...lol..its not like anyone is reading anyway..its just me. Its always ended up being just me...talking to my fuckin self...lol.

I took a trip.
I went on a long ass trip this weekend..from princeton, nj to Oneonta, NY. I had $100 bucks, and nothing else. I spent about $30 bucks on gas..and drove my ass all the way up to my "best friends" college to help her pack her things and bring her back to nyc..where she lives. My drive was hesitant. With very little money, and very little energy..and very shaky directions. I made the voyage. As I drove through the sun which turned into thunderstorms at various times, my car was without a stereo. But no problem..I'll just plug in my ipod and listen the whole way. I was afraid that it was going to be a difficult trip, but the entire moment of listening to music and seeing the beautiful scenery of the northern mountains put me at a different state. I felt good. My sweet car protected me from the thunder..and allowed the trickling rain to refresh my spirit as my favorite musiq pumped through my mini headphones. When a gospel song came out, I thought of my times in church when I first started singing. When a hot reggae beat came on, I thought of walking in a club with the hottest outfit, on my hottest possible body (even if it didn't exist at the moment. lol) and the prettiest hair, and the prettiest smile, and my target..a fine ass chocolate brother took me by the eyes, and our bodies grinded with each other from a distance. Its like mental sex or something! lol. When Nas came on, I felt the overwhelming sense of the struggle of my people..wishing that I knew the words to each of songs so that I could recite them like how the older guys would do when I was a little girl watching them play basketball or getting on the train. When lil Kim's foul words came through.. I enjoyed her vulgar use of language..and I even imagined myself in that way. Talking to men like how they talk about women in their songs. And then when the sweetest soulful tunes came through, it was like a call for me to get all prissy and girly..lol. Wishing that maybe in this long car ride..there would be that cutie from brooklyn right next to me...and we could nod our heads in sync to the soft tunes of MC, Mary, Beyonce..and all those great ones. And our eyes would play with each other..and maybe even hint to each other..to pull over..and get some quick nookie on the side of Interstate 95.