Don’t think it’s cuz I don’t love you
Wednesday is radio silence so I can see about getting entered into the Book of Life and clean up my list of people who have pissed me off and get off other people’s list of who I have pissed off.
So tomorrow when the Book of Life is open, and I’m fasting, here’s what I’d like my entry to say oh great cosmic forces:
Rachel had a year of transition, but we’re going to cut her some slack and make that transitory stage end now instead of going the whole full year. She has done a lot of introspection and decided there are only a few things that need to be tweaked but for the most part life’s good. Only she would like a little more this and a lot more that in some areas, if you are feeling generous. And also, give her a head of hair:
Gimme a head with hair
Long beautiful hair
Shining, gleaming,
Streaming, flaxen, waxen
Give me down to there hair
Shoulder length or longer
Here baby, there mama
Everywhere daddy daddy
Hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair
Flow it, show it
Long as God can grow it
My hair
AMEN