Is it that time of the night where yall need to be reminded that there are people of color and queer people that live in these red states that yall are wishing natural disasters onβ¦.
I want to tell a story. When I was in like 3rd grade, I went with my mom while she dropped some drugs off (yes, she was). Anyways. She left me in the car. This guys comes out to βwatchβ me and itβs just me and him. He looks over and asks. βYou donβt know what a haiku is, do you?β
What itβs like living with my mom. A few months ago she got rid of our dinning room table so she could get a weight bench and elliptical. Now she wants to get rid of our couch and get a treadmill.