Excited! Excited!

Shaun Ross. Are you working anymore? If I had clothes to sell, I'd hire you.

Mentioned her before. Diandra Forest. Black Albino Model. Yes, please.

Swedish Albino with the best hurr.

Brazilian family with three albino kids and a couple of boring, normal kids, too.

Uh huh.

Connie Chiu. Sometimes in pictures her eyes are blue but sometimes... they're pink! I'd give my vocal chords for pink eyes.

I like albinos.


One more thing.

Maybe you heard of this? It's a family with not one but two sets of twins that appear to be of different races. Mom's white, dad's black (mixed, I think) and the girls? Well, one is black and one is white, in both fucking sets. Here's a joke I thought of just now: If they ever get divorced, it will be easy to divide their assets.

'Ginies

There are many things I'd like to say, but maybe these pics don't need an intro?






I am going to Australia. Hopefully, I will spend all my time with creamies.

Now, usually I don't do this, but uh, go ahead on. Let this b shake her cookie.


P.S. Someone owes MIA a thank you for raising the silly graphics in video bar.

Growed-up

Things are looking good. Wanna see?


My kid's mad cute.


My friends are mad sexy.


My phone blowin' up, so nigga just text me.

I just keep thinking of aborigines, black albinos and underwater cities. More on these things later.

I cannot sleep. It's always happening, mostly when I really need to sleep.

Also, sometimes I justify my alcoholism in bizarre manners.

Sometimes when I'm hungover, I'm too stupid to be mean. Sometimes when I'm hungover, brunch is like medicine. Sometimes when I'm hungover, every little thing and every little person that I encounter is kinda wonderful. Like the whole world is winking at me.

I had a hole in my belly today. Try as I might, I couldn't seem to fill it. I asked my body what it needed (a hippy principle my mom taught me--the answer is usually water, fyi). My body said "That man."

So I had chocolate instead. I had:
*Two cadbury eggs (1 regular, one orange creme)
*One Milky Way
*One heart shaped Reese's pb cup

Barf. I'm such a Cathy cartoon.

PS I predict I will wake up with sticky hands again. That's one of the casualties of loving Twix bars as hard as I do.

No ceilings motherfucker good mornin.

Cards I do not (often) pull:
*The race card
*The woman card

Cards I will pull when accosted by homeless men, my bosses, the teachers at my kid's school:
*The single mother card.

A real-life conversation:
"My car broke down. Can you spare a couple dollars so I can get some gas?"
"Sorry man."
"Really? You don't have any change?"
"Fuck, dude. I'm a single mom. I just bought Burger King with a credit card. Leave me be, please."