Setting: Whole Foods, on outskirts of Silver Spring Maryland.
Friday morning. They are both on a quick grocery run.
They run into each other in the hot food "carving section".
Condi: I have been meaning to ask you, Girl, who does your buffount?
Michelle: My neice, Keyanna, she has a shop right downtown
near The Hill.
Condi: Oh. Okay. I will look her up. How is the campaign treating you,
Boma's numbers are hurting right now, at least nationally.
Michelle: I know girl. And boy does that man irritate me
when those numbers come out. I just have to reassure him
that "this is a marathon, not a sprint, darling."
Michelle's phone rings.
Michelle: Hold on Condi:
**Michelle takes call and quickly gets off.
Michelle: Sorry about that---
Condi: Hold up. Was that RAP music on your ring tone?
Michelle: Oh. What? Yeah. Its this young man named TI,
I met him at one of Boma's fundraisers in Atlanta.
He is a petite little power house of a man. I think
we raise 1.5 that night.
Condi looks at her shaking her head. Can't believe
that the woman has TI on her ringtone.
Michelle: Condi, don't look at me like that. Sh*t. I am a woman.
And that is just a ring tone for my baby sister so go on.
Speaking of me, whats going on with you. Whats your plans
for '08?
Condi: I haven't decided. I may go back to Stanford. I am
really interested in teaching. So we will see. As for right now,
this situation with Pakistan is irking my last DAMN nerve girl.
I mean the man has just went and suspended the damn constitution.
Now you know my job is hard.
But with him making moves like this, it just makes arguing for
the benefits of democracy THAT much more challenging. You know?
I swear I could put his little @ss in a head lock.
(((( m.dot giggles at the idea of Condi putting Musharraf
in a head lock.)))))
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M.dot<<<<<----demented, neurotic & creative.
Combustible combo, no?
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Its 4am.
And I am on a flight to NYC
in a few hours.
I wrote this w/ American Gangster on repeat.
Can you tell?
I been fighting with SJ.
Sh*t hurts.
That "I miss you" fighting.
I'm scared y'all.
I don't know what BK holds for me.
Last time I was there, we didn't agree with each other.
In the spirit of planning ahead, I offer you these
three Monday morning posts, and I will see you
on Wednesday on the get back.
-md.
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