so today this little black girl came into my store with two asian girls and their mom. while their mom shopped for shoes, the black girl was demonstrating to the asian girls how to twerk. then when they were leaving the asian girls were like, “mommy we now know how to twerk!”
that amused me for about twenty minutes.
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I pretend mostly. I look at the ceiling the whole time. I’m not there. It’s the breathing that counts. Short gasps that get faster and faster like you’re enjoying what’s happening to you. Like you’re in ecstasy. I’m not of course. I never am. I never was.
i’ve paid for weed once since being home. lol
that is one thing i’ve been enjoying about being here.
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you know what’s sad,
once i went on a week long camping trip,
and my grandpa didn’t notice i’d left.
when i called him and told him i was on my way home, that’s when he realized i wasn’t there.
great. lol
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