I stayed the weekend with my ls in Clemson and she came up to Greenville yesterday to go to my church (and get rid of me). I was getting my stuff out of her car after service, and we ended up parked next to one of my gran’s friends on the stewardess board, Miss Winnie. Miss Winnie stopped to ask me if I was the grandchild that had spent time abroad, and she asked me how I liked it and this was how the rest of the conversation went:
“Was your major international studies?”
“Yes ma’am.” (it wasn’t; but that’s close enough and I get tired of explaining what it actually was)
“So you’re probably going to have to leave Greenville with that.”
“And don’t be afraid to, either.”
And I was just really glad she said that because only like 3 people in my family would ever encourage me to get the fuck out of here. I love my city but I know I’m going to have to leave, and every time that’s brought up someone scoffs and rolls their eyes and says, “Why the hell you gotta go all the way over there?” They don’t even want me to move to the next town over. And that makes things tough.
So thanks, Miss Winnie. Thanks a lot.
- Mom: Oh, they're not pasties they're things for if you want to go braless so your nipples--
- Me: Nuh uh honey I need my bra so my nipples'll be up here where they supposed to be--
- Mom: THAT'S ALRIGHT DAMN NO MORE.
Went out with my cousins and sister, they weren’t ratchet, I had a Lucifer and it was all good
And then my cousin was taking me home and we were talking about my uncle and how I just really don’t get down with him and she just cut me off and kept telling me that I was angry and I need to learn to forgive people
I’m sorry; I didn’t realize that forgiving someone meant that I couldn’t be cognizant of their bullshit and realize that they’re getting exactly what they deserve
One of the top 3 things that piss me off about my family is that they write me off as being The Angry One™ because they can’t be bothered with seeing things for what they really are, when really I’m about the only person around here that gives anyone more chances when they don’t deserve it
“Oh, are you a sorry, backstabbing sack of shit? No, that can’t be possible—let’s party!”
It must be so nice to have that luxury
I am not an angry person. I just know who I can trust and who I can’t.
This MF is moving on to the second half of the syllabus before the test which we are apparently taking in the second half of class today
You do NOT introduce new material to me before an exam
What the fuck is he doing
He is already occupying the last corning of my brain left after law and OM
I’m about to explode