Friday, November 11, 2005

Did I mention my part time job?

Yeah, I got one those. One night I filled out an application for a seasonal position at money machine Filene's and got hired on the spot. So hopefully I'll be able to save extra money before the end of the year.

I say the end of the year just to give myself a deadline to get my sh!t together, you know? I work best under pressure. And pressure busts pipes, right? At least that's what I hear.

Let's change gears.

It's a good thing I don't have little girls. They'd be miserable. People come down on me when I tell them I wouldn't let my 8th or 9th grader go to school dressed in tight booty huggin' jeans. No way. So the young boys and older men can look at her and wonder what she looks like naked.

Ok. She could be covered from head to toe and guys would still wonder but you have to set boundaries.

I can't stand to see young ladies with tight jeans where you can see the outline of their panties - or the g-sring they shouldn't be wearing in the first place.

There was a time when it was taboo for black women to do certain things. Some things, and this is very politically incorrect but true, were deemed to be "a white thing". Two examples would be girls kissing girls and wearing thongs for no apparent reason.

My, my, my, how things have changed. Not that I'm against change and evolving but lets evolve into something more profound. I don't want to be considered enlightened just because I like kissing girls.

See this is also the reason why I don't agree with those feminist types that fight for a woman's right to be treated like a man. They say a woman sleeps around and is considered a whore, a man will sleep around and still be considered a man. What are we fighting for exactly? The right to act like sluts? Oh.

If you want to sleep around you certainly have a right to do it. No one is stopping you. But you have to deal with the consequences of your actions and know how to handle a little criticsm. I mean look at prostitution. Thank god it's illegal is most places because I wouldn't want the government taxing my pussy. Can you imagine filing that on your tax return every year? And what if you had a really bad year? That's embarrasing.

2 Comments:

Blogger Unknown said...

Peace,
Love is the highest form of understanding. It is a unconditional mind state. You can love someone yet not "like" them. This stems from the understanding you have of who they are and you comfortability to interact with them. "Emotional" love is a misconception, in reality, a chemical reaction stimulated by elements we are conditioned to react to. To exist in a higher miental plane with someone and be bonded with them in the mind is the strongest connection two people can have. You can hit me anyone and I'll add on. Today's mathematics is knowledge culture and that's what I live for, teaching the knowledge of this culture.

PEACE!

November 14, 2005 10:03 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I agree with you on the youngins wearing adult clothing. I have some family members that do that and the phrase "If that was my kid" .... is used quite often.

Good luck with the job!!!

--Smurfette

November 14, 2005 3:20 PM  

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