...trickery...fuckery...and all types of tom foolery...
...being at work with nothing to do but pretending that I'm busy (as I try to make blogging look official)...
...riding the bus when a handicap person gets on with a wheelchair...takes bout 20 minutes to lower the ramp, put the seats up, and strap they ass in...THEN they have to fumble for change!...
...hood preachers coming on public transportation and preaching about crazy stuff...I mean I know you're talking about God, but dhhaaaggg... I only appear to be listening because I'm trapped in this train car with you until I get out at penn station...
...rain....it's a black girl kryptonite...
...pumping my own damn gas... (wish I lived back in NJ)
...girls who are maaad ugly but have the cockiness of a 5-star chick...
...ppl who hate on my snookums Nicki Minaj... yeah I said it!!...
...broke lookin chicks/guys posting pictures on their facebook that make them look cute... hop of the camera tricks son son!...you can't bag in real life dude...
...movie theaters that took away the student discount or limited it to certain days... can a chick live?? damn!...
...paying for stuff....
...apple bottom jeans, dereon jeans... or any other kind of jeans made for the "black woman" shape... I ain't got no assssss!!! so they aint for me!!!...
...people hittin me up with absolutely NOTHING to say... (wasting my unlimited messages n stuff!)...
...ex-boyfriends, ex-hookups, ex-friends, ex-whatevas...hittin me up with the re-holla like we parted ways on good terms....naaahhhh duuuude...
...girls with no damn hair tryna get a slick back ponytail/bun...
...paying back student loans...
...people with stank breath all up in my face...
...grown ass folk with tiny-baby-tooth-lookin teeth...
...people from the burbs tryna ack gully.. (if you don't know what gully means, then step ya ish up)...getcho Carlton-Banks-It's-Not-Unusual!-polo-sweater-wearin-boat-shoes-rockin-assssss...
...parents trying to use slang...or still using slang that I taught them when I was in the 8th grade...
...getting the hiccups...like wtf?...how am I supposed to be hood w the hiccups?...
...running for the bus... I might do a lil hood jog, but I'll most likely end up taking the "L" and waiting for the next one...I ain't beat...
...people jockin me....where's your originality son son?...
...busted weave/wigs/however you'd like for me to refer to that racoon on your head...
...frenemies...
..."I feel fat" and "woe is me" days...
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