the same white people that make fried chicken jokes about black people are the same white people that season their food with imagination.
you mad at me cuz your shit tastes like air and broken promises
The fucking bolded. I CANNOT.
My (white) professor got pissy because instead of racism I said “western racism” in my Orientalism thesis. His reasoning? “Other places are racist as well, it’s not just a western thing.”
I wrote western racism because I’m talking about the west’s racism towards Asia. I mean, that *is* a thing. I’m not pulling it out my ass. That was the only thing he flipped about.
Now I’m tip toe writing this paper because now I want to piss him off, but I also want an A. B-plus minimum, even though Cs get degrees.
*sigh* I have so much rage right now.
Now I can get through these last three-ish weeks, knowing that a single is waiting for me in the fall.
Praise Black Jesus.
For some reason thinking about prom…if I could do it over again I’d wear that same dress. different hair, but same dress. Better makeup, prolly.
Funny thing is, I didn’t like that dress when my mom suggested it. It’s hilarious how she knew where my style was going to go three years before I did. Because now I’m in love with that dress.
Not only is this girl asking me to turn off my alarm (which is reasonable but I hate when she asks me to do anything because she once asked me to shut up…and I wasn’t even making noise) I go to the kitchen to make my ramen and who do I find but Weird Ghanean Dude cookin up chicken. I am currently braless (because my dorm is largely white/freshman/unnatractive so yolo) and in need of the microwave. Niggas is hungry.
*Braves the fire*
anxiety is horrible.
why do i have to feel pangs of impending doom when i am going to initiate any fuckin thing at all. it can be simple or complex or inbetween, but the point is, i am gonna fret, and its gonna make me freeze up and waste time procrastinating just to escape the panicked feeling.