Most of the times I think “ain’t nobody got time for this!!” are while I am pooping
I feel my bed shaking. First thought: My AC’s being weird, and my bed’s headboard is touching the AC, so that’s it. No big deal. Gonna keep reading tracked tags of Pisces.
Second thought: First thought makes no sense. Is there a monster under my bed?!!!
I stand up. Look at the wall that separates mine and my sister’s room. See a dried flower shaking in the jar I’ve used as a vase. Remember she has her boyfriend over.
Third thought: EW, ARE THEY FUCKING?
Fourth thought: Gosh they’ve managed to be awfully quiet.
Then it stops. And so I don’t care anymore. Back to tumblr.
I’m sick of rap songs telling me what to do… “Bend over! Slap your ass, girl! Drop it like it’s hot!” Yeah, I’m gonna write a song back and be like, “Boooooy, brush your teeth! Yeah boy. Bump that jacket off your back. I’m fucking cold as shit.”