Seriously. Innards and all.

Beet juice? No thanks.

That means a lot coming from you.

I want to experience someone from the inside out.

who she thinks she made him who he is

Not unpopular to me. Not in the least.

You mean ‘beet’? I read that and wondered why anyone would assault a popsicle. Speaking of raspberry popsicles, Trader Joe’s has some good ones.

Fatman Scoop is the one whose yelling I cannot stand at all. For a while, he was on a lot of party songs just yelling. “PUT YOUR HANDS UP! PUT YOUR HANDS UP!” What if I don’t want to?

She was an aspiring celebrity, you see, and needed a bigger buzz than her YouTube channel was providing. (That evening I found a video on Jess’s page where she prank-calls a strip club and pretends to be a “midget” stripper looking for work. When I called her out on it via text, she said she understood but the video…

Oh I knew about that lol. Easy Reader. Is Fishburne ashamed of Cowboy Curtis? I hope not. He seems like the type to be proud of entertaining kids. That sentence did not come out right, but I’m gonna leave it as an example of how not to type.

You lie. Seriously? To the Google.

Also, Shai forever.

They sang to the number 5 on Sesame Street and mashed it up with the original number 12 song. It’s ruined for me.

Goodbye, afternoon of catch-up reading for this semester.

THIS. I didn’t hear any parts of her speech until I caught a snippet during another TV show & almost rolled my eyes out of my head at her mention of opening a conversation on disrespect.

Didn’t Tyra Banks’ mother teach her to mind her own damned business?

I hate my state sometimes. Philadelphia on one side, Harrisburg in the middle, and Pittsburgh on the other; Bumblef**k in every other area.