Appearances

Despite my blog's appearance, I have not changed careers and become a preschool teacher. I did try to use every color in the rainbow though. :)

Wow

I actually giggled to myself the other day at the thought of going to Starbucks and saying, "Thanks a latte" when I got my drink.  Can't lie, kinda giggling as I write this.

Easily Offended

I'm offended by the dumbest things. For example, I get mad whenever they ask me at the grocery store if I want assistance loading my car. I'm 32-years-old! Do I fucking look like I need assistance. My arm and legs ain't broke! Are you saying I'm too fat to walk my fat ass to the car and load some bags? Bite me!

Hahahaha! Yes, I'm well aware that they ask everyone.

Sad

I'm a grown ass woman, and I still duck down and hide when someone rings my door bell.

Stream Of Consciousness

I was driving down the freeway the other day and even I was impressed by my train of thought. I thought I'd share:


I really need to get the garage door fixed. I don't want to spend the money!  Stupid birds made a nest in there. Why are the wildlife out to get me? I wonder if I can shoot them...

I probably shouldn't. Archer is always shooting people in enclosed spaces and getting folks shot up.

Lana had a baby. What kind of name is Abigene? Everyone bet on whether the baby had a black daddy or a white one. Pam called her a quadroon

I can't believe people still say quadroon. My sister told me a story about someone at work saying she looked like a mulatto. (Mulatto butts!) And he later claimed he wasn't racist.

While I generally don't care for racists, I much prefer openly racist people instead of people that say racist shit but claim they aren't.


Here's where I caught myself. I wondered how the hell I started thinking about racists. And it all came back to me. I have problems.