And now he's sitting at a presser, spray-tanned face daxxify'd to the gods, with freshly highlighted brows and a brushed out pin curl in his bayyyyang, saying don't nobody wanna work no more.
The French would be assembling kindling.
Things we don’t ACTUALLY need to save:
-Daylight
-Private Ryan
-Her (she don’t wanna be saved)
-Old iPhone boxes (but save them anyway)
-Shopping bags (break the generational curse!)
-The Last Dance (where did that even get her?)
I also recently realized that I play Motown music whenever there's like...a heterogeneous grouping of ppl...b/c I somehow believe it pleases everyone across races, nationalities, genders, and age groups.
The other day my client's fine ass daddy was like, "You checked me the last time we were here. You checked me and told me I was too close to this and I thought about it, and you were right. And I love that. I love it when a smart woman checks me."
LISTEN.
Search for "Headwaters" wherever you get your podcasts to learn about the African Americans who explored Glacier in the 1890s. The episode just released is the story of the first Black Park Rangers and how so much of their history has been overlaid by the sediments of time.
In college, me and my friends referred to driving our own cars to events as "controlling [our] own destiny." If you weren't really amped about going somewhere and someone offered you a ride, you'd say, "Nah, I'm gonna control my own destiny."
Wanna know a mundane thing that is absolutely, gd DEVASTATING at the end of a long day?
Walking into your house.....
And realizing you left something important in the car.