This is an image I made for my other site [Glossy | Game] for all things black this fall.
Loving it.
Overnight Celebrity
I want my 15 minutes of fame, dang it! Why enroll in acting classes, learning to smile with my eyes, when I can become an insta-celeb; a reality star of sorts?
Hello YouTube! I’m thinking of starting my own channel. I’m already addicted, why not contribute to the monster? I’ve got a trusty formerly white MacBook and a lot on my mind. I can be the next LonleyGirl15, only in poor, back-lit bathroom lighting. I could talk about topics like feminism, afros and NOH8; about dating, Jesus and the perils of being a Have Not. The possibilities are abundant and endless!
What’s wrong with microwaving my success and skyrocketing to viral video stardom?
Transient!
…or as I like to say girl, free-sprited!
This is what my apartment looks like! Oh, the horrors of moving! I hate moving. I want to bless someone else with…*cough, cough* get rid of *cough, cough* my love seat, book cases, pots & pans, and other hand-me-down furniture wonders of the 80s and 90s. It’s not that I think I’m too good for this stuff. I just don’t want the baggage! If it don’t fit in the coupe, it ain’t coming. Snap for the Kids two times! Okaaaay!
