JowithanE

Happy Pride month y'all~! 

Hey, here's one thing about the U.S. that some people don't understand: if your dirty laundry got as much international news media coverage, your country would look like a bunch of arrogant, homophobic racists, too. 
          That's my PSA :DD

Hey I’m sorry for being a butthurt over the chat and keep rambling, I hope I didn’t make you too annoyed in anyway  I kinda stressful these days and might overreact, and I just want to deliver my points and I hope I didn’t do it too harshly. I hope u won’t hate me for it  have a good day

Screw politics, man-

Lol, BIRTH
          Your girl is 17 today, boiiiiiiis

Okay, okay, I'm done, I'm so done, I'm so fucking done. Just, fuck this shit, right in its fucking ass. Suck a motherfucking dick, I don't give a shit anymore. I'm over all of this melodrama, it's time people acted their age and at least PRETENDED to be civil with each other. Fuck everything and current circumstances!

I'm just spouting bs because I don't want to talk about funerals ... But ... If I ever decide to visit Vietnam, the first thing I would do is yell "GOOOOOD MORNING, VIETNAM!" As a reference to a great movie :D

I miss the way you would smell when I would first arrive - not exactly the most pleasant smell because I'm allergic to most colognes, but it is very memorable.
          I miss your prickly beard when you'd give me a kiss on the cheek.
          I miss your warm hugs.
          I miss the way you would talk - your accent and tone of voice was so kind and always made me feel safe.
          I miss eating with you.
          I miss saying "Good morning," to you when I would wake up.
          I miss playing dominos with you and losing.
          I miss waking up too early and finding you in the kitchen.
          I miss drawing pictures for you when I was small.
          I miss when you would make breakfast and cook up Johnnycakes.
          I miss sneezing and you replying with, "God bless you."
          I miss helping you get into the car.
          I miss when you would call me your "Little JoJo," your "Sweet goddaughter"
          I miss talking about "When I was your age..."
          I miss when you would spike my orange juice with aloe when I had a sore throat instead of making me take medicine.
          I miss saying "Good night," to you when you would say it was time for me to sleep.
          I miss your worn, soft, tweed sweaters.
          I even miss your reprimands when I'd run up the stairs or be a little too loud.
          But, out of all these things, what I miss the most is you, Grandpa.
          Rest in Peace <3

Story time:
          I was at the bank with my father (he was cashing his check from work when he was paid after a couple of weeks so it was upper thousands) and the lady asks how he wants the cash-out. I was a cheeky little ten-year-old at the time and said "Let's get it in quarters!". Now, shall I say, my father was very displeased when the lady asked if I was serious XD

Story time:
          I was in a talent show when I was in grade school - I did a bunch of showy science experiments with two of my friends at the time. We went on after a girl sang some song (not very original, A), yeah we'll just call her "A". 
          'Dis bitch was always insulting me and my friends, but mostly me (when she would insult my friends, it would be for hanging out with me). So yeah, "A's" a thunder cunt. Anyway, directly after our performance was the teachers doing a lip sync battle. 
          Here's a little background information on that: my mother is considered a teacher, though she doesn't actually teach - she's the atudent services coordinator. My mother was in the lip sync battle, she and both of my past teachers at the school did "Walk Like an Egyptian". I was shaking my head saying, "Mom, you look like a clown!" She was dancing around, wearing a lot of makeup, and jist being all 'round goofy.
          "A" was sat right in front of me and my friends; she must've heard me laughing at my mom (that was the intention my mother had had when she choreographed the performance). I don't know what possessed her to turn around and say, "It must run in the family. I mean with a name like yours, she must've WANTED you to be gender confused." But she said it. Oh, God, she said it.
          I had an idea of what "A" meant - I was given the name "Josephine" when I was born and everybody called me "Joe", I didn't mind it, quite actually, I preferred it. But her calling out me being gender-confused struck a nerve. How did she even know I was gender-confused? I didn't just outright say it! I didn't know how to react: I was between outrage and pure unadulterated HATE - but I cried. My "friends" said nothing, they just sat and watched.
          I am no longer friends with those bitches.