Super Rich Kids // Frank Ocean (feat. Earl Sweatshirt)
"A million one, a million two
A hundred more will never do.”
I’m saying it right here and now: I fully intend on coming down with Couvade Syndrome, aka sympathetic pregnancy syndrome, replete with all the requisite cravings, hormonal mood swings, and subsequent push gift for Chelsea Clinton’s pregnancy. Now, somebody get me a pickle dipped in German Chocolate Cake Ice Cream and let’s fucking party!!!
Y’all, this “Grown Woman” GIF is like one of my favorite GIFS of 2014. The Poetic Justice Braids + The “Who ME??” Spin is almost more than I can handle. God Bless Beyonce.
Rosa Parks - OutKast
Y’all- pot and alcohol have ruined my brain, which means I’m super “out of it” and didn’t know that Outkast was performing at Coachella this year. But I kid you not: a week before that I started random listening and re-listening to “Rosa Parks” (again) on constant replay, and I fucking love them so much. Also, that part where Andre gets called out the beat stops like, “ANDRE!” gives me chills. Love, love, love.
To Publicly Shame or Not To Publicly Shame-THE RESOLUTION
Just wanted to update y’all (via Porsha Williams/Stewart GIFS) on yesterday’s very, very serious, very apathetic water-spill incident at Susina Bakery.
Now y’all know, I can get a little extra
But fortunately, it didn’t go that way.
Like a lady, I discreetly alerted the Susina Bakery management about the spill (as we all discussed). But it’s me…
So as I was doing that, I did manage to give that sloppy-walrus several death glares like “GET YOUR LIFE x INFINITY” and a lot of “she was NOT FEENIN’ to stop” until this was cleaned up-realness.
Because in all honesty—that man knew he was wrong and did apologize to the staff for the spill (as they were cleaning up around him), because it wasn’t right.
After it was all said and done, I left there with my temper intact, happy that no patrons or walruses were injured in the event of this spill, and also happy that this man (possibly) had a moment to reflect on being courteous to other’s in public places. Who can ask for more than that anyway?
And then I walked out of that Susina Bakery like
and that was that! Fin!
To Publicly Shame or Not To Publicly Shame—THAT is the ?!?
So I’m sitting next to this clumsy-WALRUS-of-a-man at Susina Bakery, who just spilled an entire glass of water on the floor (some even splattered on my jeans), and is now pretending like he didn’t just spill that entire glass of water on the floor.
No sir. He’s just going about his day, and he couldn’t care less about the spill. And of course, OCD-ME is just staring at the puddle of water, freaking out that someone may walk by and slip on it, leading to possible bodily injuries and a subsequent lawsuit for some poor innocent passersby.
And that ain’t right. This man should know better. First of all, he should try to clean up this spill on his own, so he doesn’t inconvenience the staff of hardworking people, all busy doing their jobs. Secondly, if he doesn’t intend to do that, he should get up off his WALRUS-ass and alert someone so no one gets hurt.
Now, because of this man’s selfish apathy, I need to a) write this TUMBLR post; and then b) get up and go alert the Susina staff so someone can clean up this spill. Trust and believe I’d clean this up myself, but I’d probably throw the wet paper towels in his face (or something else equally publicly shaming).
Perhaps me getting up to go tell someone else about this spill is also somewhat aggressively publicly shaming? But what can I say? Sometimes, the public needs to be more ashamed.