Mini Rant

I hate when grown ass men go by double consonant, y names. You know what I'm talking about. Bobby, Tommy, Billy, Jimmy. Ugh, Johnny. Dude, y'all aren't ten. Lock it up. 

Best Compliment Ever

Yesterday Megan, my twin, told me she felt safe in the car with me driving!! Huzzah!! Feeling pretty proud of myself. 

Overanalyzing Song Lyrics

Anyone who knows me knows I love to pick apart songs and get heated over the lyrics. Today's song? Escape (The Piña Colada Song) by Rupert Holmes. My biggest problem in this song is when the couple meets at the bar to run away together. Well, they obviously realize that they've been talking to each other this whole time and they just laugh it off!! Seriously, your girl/guy was trolling online for someone better than you and that's just okay? The first line of the song was literally I'm sick of this bitch. Don't just say, "Hahaha, we've learned new things about each other and now our relationship is so much better!" I call bullshit. 

Bothered

I'm very bothered by artificially colored foods. Like, not enough not to eat them. But bothered all the same. My strawberry yogurt doesn't need to be bright pink to convince me it's actually strawberry.  

My Weird Stereotypes II

It's been so long! So...why don't white people use washcloths? I find this to be extremely gross. How do you feel clean if you don't wash with a washcloth? Does everyone in your household share a bar of soap? Do you just use your hands? Do you at least use a loofah or a pouf? Do you really feel like those can clean all your cracks and crevasses? Do you use washcloths and it's just a deep hidden secret? Inquiring, stereotyping minds need to know!!