~~*This was originally written on Wedensday*~~
Monday I revieved a gift from a sales assiocate of the 7Eleven I dance in front of. The dude gave a CD player/digital radio I thought this the a sign of my fast gaining celebrity-like status on the corner in my little place in Cap city. But today there was a different sign.
"Horoscope
Aires:
Quickie: Someone wants a romance with you -- but what do you want? Be honest.
Overview: You're like a magnet. However, one of the drawbacks about being a magnet is you can't always predict who's going to be pulled into your charge. Use your finesse to duck someone who's less than pleasant.
Daily work (by Astrology.com)
An infusion of energy will electrify you today. Work will be a breeze, so long as you have a productive outlet for physical energy. A lunchtime trip to the gym will keep you raring to go all afternoon long."
I show this because sometimes these predictions come true like today. Today on the job everything was pretty much usual. I'm listening to, and lovin', my new player/radio and dancing wildly to "Put Sum Cruck In Yo System". Lil John. Whaat?! Some anyway the people are loving me, beeping, honking, shouting, waving fanatical at me and I'm loving it! So 3:50pm rounds around like -snap- that and I'm still dancing. Then two men approach me. I know, I know. Sounds shady considering recent events. But these two were different one had a notepad in hand and the other had a bag off to his side that seemed big enough to fit a professional camera. The one with the notepad speaks.
"Hi, I'm *blah blah* (sorry, I was in a zone when they appoached me). This *blah* (obvisualy the photophgrapher). And we're Richmond Magazine." People, that is the biggest local magazine in the city. So, now I'm really feelng myself but can't let show. I'm lying I did show my excitment by dancing. so the reporter says, "Mind if I ask you a few questions?"
"No"
"Mind if he (pointing to the photographer) takes a few pictures?"
"No"
And the rest is an interview and photos. So, guess who is going to be on in the April edition of Richmond Magazine (possiblely the cover). Guess the premise. Tax season.
Until my next post I'll be in my trailer.
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