I hate, when I introduce things to my friends for their benefit or entertainment and then a few weeks later they turn right around to tell me about it, like I didn’t tell them about it first! Not even a “Was it you that told me about (insert random thing)?” but always a “Let me show you (insert same random thing)!”
Friend: moe’s tonight?
Friend: sometime tonight???
Come on yo. I asked when meaning what time, what the fuck? I hate unnecessary sarcasm. Obviously tonight… Now I don’t even wanna be bothered.
So I’m walking in this snow for snacks and I see this three white girls running in the street. Tell me why two of them had on slide on flats and the other was barefoot. She was running bare foot in the slushy snow in the street.
They all said “Hey Bry! Come party with us…”
Nah, I’m good.
…but a real rude boy drove me
my sleeping schedule is all FUCKED up. I just want to sleeeeeeeeeep
@hugoschwyzer Everyone has someone person who loves and cares for them. The negativity generated towards their loved one affects them too.
@aliciagauvin by same token the fact I have a daughter shouldn’t immunize me against criticism. I’d never play that cheap sympathy card.15 hours ago via web
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I’m grateful Heloise is still too young to be going online right now. Reflecting on how to prepare for the day she googles her dad.
Can we talk about how that is my best friend who tweeted the robot
I got on the phone with my biological father today. And, I could’ve actually went another 21 years without speaking to him. It’s hard when you talk to people and they just don’t get it. No matter how much you try to explain, they just refuse to understand. The funniest thing though, is that I was never deprived of a father-daughter relationship, because I have the man that raised me, my dad, Drew. I wouldn’t trade him for ANYTHING. I can’t explain how much I love Drew. I can’t. I don’t know how many children would lay down their life for their parent(s); but I would ANYTHING who him, like thats how serious I am.
Either way, I spoke to him and he was still alluding to notion that he still wasn’t sure whether or not I was his daughter. He’s talking about getting a DNA test now and it’s like why? Especially when we tried to sort this shit out when I was 12 and HE DIDN’T SHOW UP. And I’m trying to be nice, because he’s pretty much dying of Cancer, but at this point, it’s like fuck that clowny ass nigga. He’s such a fucking joke, I can’t even- UGH. I’m pissed that I share a blood with such a clown.
With all that being said, I’m glad I did it. I tracked him down, spoke to him, didn’t rip his sorry ass up, and I wished him the best. I don’t harbor any anger toward him anymore. He also was asking me about my graduation and I had to fight actually saying
Nigga, you wasn’t with me studying in the Libs
Martin Luther King Jr., from his 1964 interview (published in 1965) with Playboy, wherein, according to interviewer Alex Haley
he spoke with heartfelt and often eloquent sincerity, his tone was one of businesslike detachment. And his mood, except for one or two flickering smiles of irony, was gravely serious…
Tristan Wilds (Michael Lee) can get it! He can have it ALL!