roll that r hard, baby, there's nothing better than a fresh cup of steaming racism in the mornings. you look a bit like a chicken with no head, babe, but in a sexy way (not really but we won't say anything lest we cause a scene). you know how i'm all for making a fuss in the grocery store over canned peaches but please, hun, try to keep it down, people are staring. i know your mom is coming in but i'm busy and can't clean the house myself but you are holding up a fist so yes yes yes yes i can do it by myself. you barely dented your car and this isn't my fault so don't blame me but you don't like it when i raise my voice or look in your eyes so i will just go lock myself in the bathroom until i can be sure that you won't hit me in the face again because it's utter hell to cover up. a bit of foundation and powder can only go so far and they asked me why i hadn't reported it yet but love is important and kind and pure unless it involves an abusive white man, am i right people? no? i'll go home now.
