I Love Stoops...
It seemed like everyone was looking at me today.
Lunch with my favorite boy was ideal.
People stopping to read the menu only inches from me and my lunch was quite distracting and really weirded me out.
Table for two for "Gayle" please.
I felt like a real grownup, i guess i'm just not used to it yet.
We bought a pink paisley tie for Mr. Strayer, i hope he likes it.
I wore heels and eventually went barefoot, maybe i'm not so grownup afterall.
The perfect gay black boy works at Abercrombie, who knew?
I'm thoroughly disappointed at the crap that Gap is trying to pass for it's new spring line.
Honestly!
Random men at Meijers felt the need to make small talk and reaffirm my natural beauty.
A 35 year old retard named Tim employed by meijers asked if i had a boyfriend, ("Well i would say you're very beautiful"...ugh) and then, having asked my birthday, meticulously, and quite frighteningly told me each year in the next 50 in which i will celebrate my birthday on Easter.
I thanked him and told him that i'll start planning my parties those years since i know i won't have to work.
I also told him i did have a boyfriend, though in the following minutes i wished wholeheartedly that i could have told him yes.
Horror stories of marshall fields' big brother picking off my coworkers ruined my evening.
This will make 5 this week.
God fucking damnit.
Hopefully i'll still have a job tomorrow, i'd hate to get fired this close to the end of the month.
My twin and i raised our spirits by apartment shopping on Manhattan.
I can't wait to be at NYU.
I really miss Valinda, I think living here has really made her my mom.
I really am scared, i better not do so much as drop a cup on the floor tomorrow.
I have a pit in my stomach and have successfully destroyed the nails i was so proud to have grown out.
I think i'll sue for creating a hostile work environment.
Lunch with my favorite boy was ideal.
People stopping to read the menu only inches from me and my lunch was quite distracting and really weirded me out.
Table for two for "Gayle" please.
I felt like a real grownup, i guess i'm just not used to it yet.
We bought a pink paisley tie for Mr. Strayer, i hope he likes it.
I wore heels and eventually went barefoot, maybe i'm not so grownup afterall.
The perfect gay black boy works at Abercrombie, who knew?
I'm thoroughly disappointed at the crap that Gap is trying to pass for it's new spring line.
Honestly!
Random men at Meijers felt the need to make small talk and reaffirm my natural beauty.
A 35 year old retard named Tim employed by meijers asked if i had a boyfriend, ("Well i would say you're very beautiful"...ugh) and then, having asked my birthday, meticulously, and quite frighteningly told me each year in the next 50 in which i will celebrate my birthday on Easter.
I thanked him and told him that i'll start planning my parties those years since i know i won't have to work.
I also told him i did have a boyfriend, though in the following minutes i wished wholeheartedly that i could have told him yes.
Horror stories of marshall fields' big brother picking off my coworkers ruined my evening.
This will make 5 this week.
God fucking damnit.
Hopefully i'll still have a job tomorrow, i'd hate to get fired this close to the end of the month.
My twin and i raised our spirits by apartment shopping on Manhattan.
I can't wait to be at NYU.
I really miss Valinda, I think living here has really made her my mom.
I really am scared, i better not do so much as drop a cup on the floor tomorrow.
I have a pit in my stomach and have successfully destroyed the nails i was so proud to have grown out.
I think i'll sue for creating a hostile work environment.