One day a newspaper will capture a flattering photograph of an attractive celebrity. And on that same day, I will be in the photograph with the celebrity, not making some sort of gross face at the moment.
Today is not that day.
I met St. Vincent this morning. She played a few songs at the radio station that broadcasts from the basement of our school’s Communication building. She was very nice and cool and pretty and terrific.
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NEW STEREOTYPE ALERT: Black people love yogurt.
Just wanna make sure you’re all on the cusp of new racial developments.
Nobody’s better at planking than I am.
SINGLE FILE LINE, LADIES!
In the process of cleaning out my drawers, I realized that I was once a terrible terrible teenager with terrible terrible taste.
