Finally going to drive myself to work tomorrow. From South Central all the way to Hollywood. I’m not nervous or anything, mostly sad when I think of the traffic there will be.
i be listenin to Freek-A-Leek and gettin into it
up until the part where he say
”..and love to get get her pussy licked by another bitch, cause I ain’t drunk enough to do that shit “
you talkin bout how freaky and nasty you are for 4 minutes straight and you can’t even eat pussy?
Why is there not a class on this type of crap? I have no idea what I’m doing. I’m gonna end up breaking this license plate in half.
MARY FUCKING SHELLEY. ’oh, i’m a nineteen year old female in a world where females are basically valued only as mothers, grieving over the loss of my child, disowned by my father, in dire financial straights, stuck in a country that’s not my own, ignored and cheated on by my husband, and belittled by my husband’s friends? how am i going to deal with this? WHY DON’T I COMPLETELY CHANGE THE RULES OF LITERATURE, MOTHERFUCKERS? AND WHILE I’M AT IT, I’LL SIMULTANEOUSLY INVENT AN ENTIRE NEW GENRE, AND WRITE THE FIRST NON-RELIGIOUS CREATION MYTH.’