I want to give you a BIG ASS cup… just so you can look comical in your avi. Be like… “matches the fro”
People like to ask me “gotcha” questions. Look, last I check, I am NOT Sarah Palin! There’s no such thing as “gotcha” questions with me, just answers you ain’t prepared for.
White Kid: So, I kissed my mom opened mouth.
White Kid: I really like that. But she's got a habit of scratching my butt...
White Kid: And sniffing it.
Friend: So, would you hit your mom?
White Kid: I already did.
Me: *threw up in mouth a little* (and this is why I bitch when I leave my headphones at home)
When people delete entire accounts and I have no idea where they went, especially when I talk to them on and off for a good while. Makes me wary about making connections, especially on tumblr.
I’m still trying to deprogram a lot. At times, it feels so “damn, I’m forcing myself to consider women on equal footing as men”.
Like too long. You think once you accept the basic concept, it’ll be easier. Nope, it’s harder. Like I got to rethink everything.
Hard stuff. But it’ll be worth it in the long run.
I don’t care if people from Twitter reads this. How can anyone stand that self-hating woman is beyond me. Just because I’m not born in Africa doesn’t mean I’m some bastard child.
Privacy is impossible in the Navy. I swear.
I can imagine the scene. She’s all like ready… and then… someone walks in. She goes to the Barrack’s bathroom at 3 AM, someone is spit shining their shoes. Her roommate is snoring all loud at night, and Aisha wished she had took up meditation so that she can zone her out.
Then when she finally had time on Saturday night… her drill Sgt. walked in, saying it was her turn to clean the bathrooms. And Aisha will be like…