Go head girl. Go head. Get down...

I can’t get Kanye West’s “Gold Digger” out of my head. It was good when I heard it in poetry form two years ago on “Def Poetry Jam” with Mos Def. Now the simple beat with Jamie Foxx (imitating Ray Charles) is catchy. It sits in my head all day on a continuous loop.

Now if only MuMs would come out with an album. Even if it were spoken word. I’d buy it. Twice!

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Something strange is afoot. I was supposed to go see “Serenity” with Chad, Christy, Katie and Junior this evening after work. I would have played Frisbee golf since the weather is getting cold and the amount of available light shrinks from day to day. But since I went in late this morning, I had to stay late and it meant that I wouldn’t have time to play. So I decided to go to the movie. It was supposed to start at 7:30 and I told people I’d meet them at Mojo after work. Nobody showed up and when I went home, nobody was there either. I called people’s phones and nobody answered. I left messages and nobody called me back.

What the hell is going on?

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Now I ain’t sayin’ she a Gold Digger!
But she ain’t messing with no broke ni***s!

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It is certainly a beautiful evening. The sky is clear and the smell of recently extinguished bonfires still lingers in my neighborhood. I think I’ll go for a walk, sing Gold Digger to myself for a while, and wonder where the hell everybody went.