Once upon a time, I thought journalism might be for me. But through some classes I took in HS and college, I realized that it isn’t.
YouTube isn’t for me. I tried. I’m not that interesting on film. Words serve me much better.
My TL was consistently being filled with bullshit. Twitter, for me, is for cooning and dialogue (à la 2009 Twitter), not all that other senseless shit.
And I got tired of being “Princey,” almost like I was in a petri dish. There were way too many unnecessary eyes, and people who were looking for a “show,” and I’m not here for that.
So I chose to abandon ship, move to a different part of town, and start over.
This is a joke, right??
This has to be a joke.
YES I IZ, MORG. YES I IZ.
Because her pussy ain’t worth shit. Everybody knows all-white is the wack pussy uniform.
Meanness is subjective. I’m not nearly as mean as I am genuine.
Fuck Maya Moore.
Fuck Kevin Hart.
Marry Mike Epps.
You MUST chill, sir.