I want that Rocky & Adrian / Jay & Bey / Obama & Michelle type of love.
I don't contribute to the never-ending, forever collecting, church "building fund." I've exchanged my choir robe for a leopard snuggie. Judge me if you want, but Bedside Baptist fits my needs. The Lord knows my heart.
There are 6 seasons: Winter, Girl Scout Cookies, Spring, Summer, Autumn, and Bey Season.
Just because a show is "black" doesn't mean I have to support it. I therefore blame Black Twitter for hyping me up on return of The Game. This season sucks.
Music is everything. There is always a song to fit my current mood.
Blow The Whistle by Too Short is still my party anthem. WHAT'S MY FAVORITE WORD?!
Jay-Z could stand still as a mannequin on a stage. If all he says is, "Uh huh uh uh" or even takes a small breath of air, I'll believe it was the best performance ever. /\
There's actually someone I stan for harder than S. Carter.
Once, I took an extremely long nap. Frantically looked outside and it was dark. I thought the world had ended. My first thought was about food. It concerns me I didn't drop to my knees and pray for salvation.
I sleepwalk...to the kitchen. Many nights, I wake up with clenched fists holding bits of food, or crumbs on my pillow.
Pepsi is my liquid crack. I literally have a panic attack if I run out.
I'm giving up makeup/beauty purchases and Pepsi for Lent (March 9-April 17). Sweet baby Jesus, be my strength.
Mentally, I reside in the UK. I'm working on the physical part.
I'm a celebrity in my own mind.
Close family & friends know that I'm a mean girl.
The sooner I approach XXX, I see signs of getting old. For example, I've started talking extra loud on long distance calls.
Can I count sold eggs as a dependent?