This is my attempt to be an active blogger.  

Today, May 6th, 2013, I will be talking about “Good Days”.

Recently, I’ve had a fixation on Ice Cube’s “Today was a good Day”. Everyone knows this song and I have been striving or willing for my version of this song these past few weeks. 

Sometimes you just know that it’s going to be a good day. For instance, you wake up 10 minutes before your alarm goes off and you don’t feel the need to hit the snooze button, that’s a sign of a good day. I usually know that it’ll be a good day, when my hair fully dries on the ride to work and doesn’t dry flat. It’s an extra good day when my curls start at the top of my head rather than midway. These days are really uplifting and motivational due to the fact that my ego inflates, the bitter bitch takes a back seat and I don’t give no fucks.  Not much can de-Ice Cube my day. 

My recent “Good Day” was Friday and surprisingly, it lasted throughout the weekend. That “Good Day” went balls out. My hair dried well as I drove into work, got 10 hrs. of sleep the night prior, no traffic, pimp parking, bright pants and to top it all off, I heard the track of the day before I got out to walk into work. The good day turned exceptional when my coworker bought me a coffee from Starbucks. Finished a great book and good wine. 

Saturday, it was a mixed bag at first. Cannot lie, not all good days begin at the start of the day. The world was spinning. The day started rolling on, and I found the footing of the Good Day. Tasty lunch, power nap, getting to SD in an hour and 15 minutes, party time with the besties, had a great hair night (really great, you should see the pictures), boo-thangs, and hilarious times. 

Sunday was a lazy Good Day where no fucks were given. That’s all, details are not necessary for a lazy Good Days. 

These are the kind of days that I will for. They give hope, happiness, and are the little wins in life. I’m not usually one to win big, so I settle for the little ones. They revive the dead hope within. I’m hoping for another Good Day tomorrow. Today wasn’t Bad, but ‘twas not one of those Good Days. 

I’m concerned that since that Good Day lasted for 3 days, will it delay my next one? Let us all will for Good Days and that one occurs tomorrow. 

Werd.

This is my attempt to be an active blogger.

Today, May 6th, 2013, I will be talking about “Good Days”.

Recently, I’ve had a fixation on Ice Cube’s “Today was a good Day”. Everyone knows this song and I have been striving or willing for my version of this song these past few weeks.

Sometimes you just know that it’s going to be a good day. For instance, you wake up 10 minutes before your alarm goes off and you don’t feel the need to hit the snooze button, that’s a sign of a good day. I usually know that it’ll be a good day, when my hair fully dries on the ride to work and doesn’t dry flat. It’s an extra good day when my curls start at the top of my head rather than midway. These days are really uplifting and motivational due to the fact that my ego inflates, the bitter bitch takes a back seat and I don’t give no fucks. Not much can de-Ice Cube my day.

My recent “Good Day” was Friday and surprisingly, it lasted throughout the weekend. That “Good Day” went balls out. My hair dried well as I drove into work, got 10 hrs. of sleep the night prior, no traffic, pimp parking, bright pants and to top it all off, I heard the track of the day before I got out to walk into work. The good day turned exceptional when my coworker bought me a coffee from Starbucks. Finished a great book and good wine.

Saturday, it was a mixed bag at first. Cannot lie, not all good days begin at the start of the day. The world was spinning. The day started rolling on, and I found the footing of the Good Day. Tasty lunch, power nap, getting to SD in an hour and 15 minutes, party time with the besties, had a great hair night (really great, you should see the pictures), boo-thangs, and hilarious times.

Sunday was a lazy Good Day where no fucks were given. That’s all, details are not necessary for a lazy Good Days.

These are the kind of days that I will for. They give hope, happiness, and are the little wins in life. I’m not usually one to win big, so I settle for the little ones. They revive the dead hope within. I’m hoping for another Good Day tomorrow. Today wasn’t Bad, but ‘twas not one of those Good Days.

I’m concerned that since that Good Day lasted for 3 days, will it delay my next one? Let us all will for Good Days and that one occurs tomorrow.

Werd.