That's too much drama for me, mama.
I was at Wal-mart just walking along when this huge fat black woman pushes her cart sideways into me right into a shelf of shampoo. I say "Oh, excuse me" because I thought she didn't see me but then she cursed and glared at me because my fat hips got into the way of her shopping cart. Now I don't know who has the right of way in a Wal-mart, but she didn't have to yell at me when I was the one about to be injured. It's not like she had a baby in the cart.
Black people really really hate me. I have never met a black person in real life who was ever nice to me (who wasn't selling something.) It's always cursing and spitting and harassing and yelling and throwing things. I don't know if I smell funny or wear a white hooded robe that only black people can see, but if they're so jealous of my awesomeness, they can keep it to themselves.
I have this problem with almost every person who meets me in real life, it's not just black people, although they certainly are the most vocal. I wish I knew why people hate me so much. Maybe they hate themselves, and they take out their anger on the person least likely to punch them in the face. Let me just say, someone's going to be surprised one day!
I must be the most loathsome and offensive person in the entire world... How did I ever have friends? Cat, Sarah, Holly why are y'all still my friends? Why are you, the reader, on my friendslist? It's because you haven't met me in real life, isn't that right?
This has been one of the worst weeks ever. That woman cursing at me just really took the cake, the can of frosting and all the plates and forks and napkins. I already hate myself, and everyday I find new reasons to hate everyone else, too. *kills everybody with her psychic powers then passes out from not having eaten properly in a week*
Black people really really hate me. I have never met a black person in real life who was ever nice to me (who wasn't selling something.) It's always cursing and spitting and harassing and yelling and throwing things. I don't know if I smell funny or wear a white hooded robe that only black people can see, but if they're so jealous of my awesomeness, they can keep it to themselves.
I have this problem with almost every person who meets me in real life, it's not just black people, although they certainly are the most vocal. I wish I knew why people hate me so much. Maybe they hate themselves, and they take out their anger on the person least likely to punch them in the face. Let me just say, someone's going to be surprised one day!
I must be the most loathsome and offensive person in the entire world... How did I ever have friends? Cat, Sarah, Holly why are y'all still my friends? Why are you, the reader, on my friendslist? It's because you haven't met me in real life, isn't that right?
This has been one of the worst weeks ever. That woman cursing at me just really took the cake, the can of frosting and all the plates and forks and napkins. I already hate myself, and everyday I find new reasons to hate everyone else, too. *kills everybody with her psychic powers then passes out from not having eaten properly in a week*