I would not call myself a thug.  I am kind of soft actually. I’m not built for lots of fights or street life. I’m old and fluffy now. I’m not built for jail. Amazingly enough though, the thug life finds me.

For the 2nd time now in 6 months a man I was interested in has said to me I might be going to jail.

I am sure the universe is trying to tell me something and I am sure I have not yet figured out what that is.

I’m not really that girl who is into the stereotypical ‘bad boy’. It’s not really something that appeals to me since I am that kind of girl who wants you to come home every night.

Yes I am conditioned to love and support even the thuggish, and yes I could have been a mob wife, but the thug life thing is not something that I look for, if I ever did.

You can’t be a L7 but you also can’t be a thug.

Yet number 2 has now shared with me some shit that has me questioning what vibe am I giving off right now and how do I shower it away.

Not unlike #1 the second man hasn’t been around long enough or touched me well enough for me to mourn a loss.  At best this is one of those I won’t be getting midnight text message moments and might actually get a full nights sleep.

I just question though how each time I’ve allowed myself to consider the possibility of …..something…..the response is I might be going to jail.

Tempest thinks I should just get out more. I think that she thinks too much.

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I got a new job.

My days at the SEPTA Key Customer Call Center are over. While it was not a bad gig, it was also not something I could settle into and make work for years. First off, it’s not a part of SEPTA. In theory I might have hunkered down for the union membership and the health insurance but nope the call center is outsourced.

I met some cool people.  I added a skill to my resume. I am moving on.

The new job is in the Philly suburbs. I am living in the Philly suburbs. The new job has lots more room for growth, and it’s an immediate raise with a 2nd due in 90 days.

I don’t exactly know how to describe what it is but since I never disclose my current employer I don’t have to.  I will say though I appreciate the opportunity.

Living with Tempest is pretty good actually. Yes there are draw backs but living here is a better option than the west philly house at the moment. While I am in a reasonably safe place being alone there with my thoughts could change that. Here I am not alone.

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I still have some work to do but today makes the first time since October that all of my accounts are in the black. I get to start my new salary without digging myself out of the hole of the old one.  That matters more than you know and I am proud I stayed the course once I chose it.

It means I am gonna have to cancel Saturday but I will make it up to my little Tasmanian devil.

Tonight I am gonna watch civil war and get some sleep.

Aphrodite Brown