I am suffering from the type of writer’s block that comes from having too many political conversations with Conservative Christians. It’s not that I have nothing to say, but rather that I don’t feel like talking to y’all anymore.
A quick interaction with the customers and employees of Forever 21 remind me that while I’m not particularly happy to get older, I’m so glad I’m not 21.
I think this particular sunset was so lovely because it was turning off the light on things I wouldn’t have to see anymore.
“Vroom vroom, yeah
That’s my Camry roaring
Think the engine light came on
Now I gotta walk 15 miles to my apartment.”
Special thanks to Bibi Bourelly for my new favorite song/anthem/the epigraph for my upcoming memoir.
Starting was easy. I don’t think I’m brave enough to start again.
Oh, they really are the best. Ask them and they’ll tell you as much.
Can you appreciate where your seat is right now?
I think my social anxiety stems from being the only black girl in the group on a pretty regular basis.