Plan B

Don't get your whiskers in a twist. I'm not talking about the morning after pill. I'm talking about the proverbial "Plan B". You know, what you are going to do when things don't work out as well as you hoped and you need a new plan of action. I've finally decided what to do if this whole horn playing thing never happens. Brace yourself, as this may be a radical decision. I am going to pawn all that I own and reinvent myself. Mom-I wanna be a gangsta! And I know just how to do it.

1. Sell Jamal (my car, for those of you who don't know me) and invest in a new "ride" -there was a hoop-dy (??? forgive me I am new to the lingo) for sale on the corner of 13th and Oliver. Nice ride not a lot of dough. I think Katie has seen this particular automobile driving around.

2. Move. No self respecting gangsta would live with two classically trained musicians, unless she is pimpin' them to pay for her bling. That's right-"I bought it". There is a nice place on 13th called Sunflower Apartments. $225 for a 1 bedroom. Not bad! The tall weeds out front mask the peeling paint, so it looks much nicer from the road. But, you won't even be able to see my front door around my new gangsta ride.

3. Pawn all belongings. This is a must. My things are too nice for a level one sista. I need to work my way up to the finer things.

4. Take bus to Goodwill and buy furniture. A nice flowery faux velvet couch would be nice. And
some mirrors. My pad wouldn't be complete with out a plethora of mirrors to look at my badunkadunk.

5. Hairstyle. I think the folks at the neighborhood haircare and cigar store (OG's International Hairdesign) could help me out there. I think some corn rows would be nice. Or maybe I could go Jamaican and get dreads. No washing needed. Bonus!

6. With my new 'do and my 'tude I think I am going to need some bling. What better bling than a brand new custom made gold tooth. Yeah! Smile Grillz next to OG's International Hairdesign and cigar store can hook me up. Same day service too! Who is the lucky girl now.

Really I think that's all I need to complete my transformation from shy uncommunicative Scandinavian to a hoop-dy drivin', bling wearing, full of 'tude homie.

Peace Out