They Got Me This Time

TSA remembered how suspicious my giant bun is. Got the hair pat down in security. 

Dear Thighs,

It'd be awesome if you didn't try to fall off. Thanks.

Sincerely,

Erica

Hmmm

So I guess I decided that joining Twitter was a good idea? Late much? I mean, I could always use another place to spew nonsense. So for the five people that read this blog, feel free to join the crazy that's begun @bitchface_killa. Killing bitches 24/7. You know how I do. 

Ha!

Just read an article about black women feeling like they're singled out by TSA agents to have their hair searched. That's so funny, I was totally surprised last week when my giant ghetto girl bun didn't get checked. 

Way Back Machine

I miss Cray-Pas. 

God, I'm Gross

I'm pretty sure I peed this morning, didn't wash my hands, then flossed my teeth. 

Dear New Orleans,

I gained ten pounds, damaged my liver, got addicted to penny slots, saw more penises than expected and as many drag queens as I wanted. I'll totally be back!!

Sincerely, 

Erica