hi there!

this is my diary of cancer. not in a sad, depressing way. in a kick ass interesting way that lets peeps know how i am, what i'm going though and how i make it better, more fun and lot less serious. yeah, it sucks. sure i'll be sick. but in the end life is short and rather than hold hand and sing prayers, talk about how i'm an inspiration or some heavy stuff...lets have fun. talk about the cool shit i make to get me through this, the crapball movies i watch (because netflix is only so big) and fun stories about the "c" word and what it really is like. i share this all because a community of peeps fundraised so i can still be here. so this how i let them all know how i'm doin', when i'm not high on painkillers that is....just kiddin.

(for the old people and the painfully un-hip, please look up g-thang by snoop dog and dr.dre)

Tuesday, November 1, 2011

black guys vs white guys.


black guy in my hood rolls up and says damn girl, you look good. you gotta man? white dude in my hood stares at me wonders if im too much lady for him. i look at him smile, hes uncomfty with his chubby crush but hes into it. then goes into a mental overthinking battle with his coffee. in the mean time, im half way down the block and chance missed.

black men should train the world how to be bold enough to talk to women. dig women with some junk up in there. and well, i may usually say no bc the guys who like me are crazy as balls, buuuuttt atleast they ask and i get to walk off feeling cute. like someone wants to hit it:)

i miss this about not being in philly. my black guy compliment scale went from a 10 to a 1.8. and the asian guys out here, well definetly not as much gusto and crazy balls to tell ask you out before they even let you respond to their bad pick up line. i gotta appreciate it a bit.
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