Sunday.

Sundays are always quiet. that's not necessarily a bad thing either.

Today is my granny's 88th birthday. Isn't that amazing? I love it.. and I lover her.

It's also Easter. Y'know, that one Sunday when people you haven't seen in church in ages decide to show their face.

I'm trying to keep it holy, but some folks are just irritating me with their fakery. It's always the main niggas who get a twisted sense of joy from calling out others, that can't take the heat when it's done to them. Quite frankly I'm sick of it. and I'm sick of them. ugh.

I'll be blogging a little later.
Watch out.