13. What’s your least “politically correct” opinion? Why would you ask me something like this!? D=  Um, I don’t know…I guess the fact that I really really hate the term “African-American.”  It’s like oh I’m sorry I didn’t know I needed a fucking qualifier in order to use the word “American”.  I’ve never been to Africa, I wasn’t fucking born in Africa, so why the hell am I being called a damn “African-American”!?  It’s like if you’re not white you don’t get to be called American.  You need some kind of “extra” explanation for what the hell you are.  So I happen to be half-black; whoops sorry I’m not an American, I’m an African-American!  Never mind the fact that I was born in fucking Chicago, Illinois in America.

Seriously fuck the term “African-American”, I’m not from fucking Africa so you better damn well refer to me as an American, period.

32. What’s the weirdest item you’ve ever mourned? Okay so for this story to make sense you have to understand that I was a very, very, very insecure child.  I used to grow my fingernails out pretty long, and especially my thumbnails.  I don’t remember how or why it start, point is I had really long thumbnails as a kid.  And I loved them.  Basically they were the only physical thing about me that I was fond of.  Of course, being fingernails, they weren’t going to last forever.  I remember when they broke for the first time I was freaking devastated.  Yeah looking back on it now it was kind of silly but you have to know just how little confidence I had in anything about myself back then, it’s kind of like losing the only thing you love.  In fact that’s exactly what it was like.

40. Post a short excerpt of your life.  One time I was home alone and talking to my cousin on my laptop, which I had moved downstairs to the dining room table because it’s closer to where I can get tea.  In fact, I got up to do just that!  As I walked out from the dining room into the living room, I tripped because I am a clumsy silly.  And I slammed my baby toe up against a footstool.  And by “slammed” I mean I sweet-spotted that bitch, to the point where I didn’t even feel it when it connected, but next thing I knew I was writhing on the floor in utter agony because I had just sprained my toe on a wicker footstool.

Yeah I had to go get X-rays and everything, it was not my proudest moment.

But I still got my tea <3  I just had to limp for it.