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Inside the mind of a kind of quirky, pretty stubborn, way too opinionated, twenty-something, heteroflexible Black female newly employed up-and-moved-to-DC Princeton GRADUATE who's just trying to sort out her life. An uninhibited celebration of all that is me, this blog is an exercise in self-discovery and live-with-your-heart-wide-open-ness. Though I make respect a habit, I will not always be politically correct, and I believe in the power of making audiences uncomfortable to inspire change.
Wednesday, August 31, 2011
I might have a child one day
if I could get some kind of money-time-body-back guarantee that it would be this little diva:
That right there is everything I wish my childhood could have been. Oh wait, that's right, one of the reasons I'm against children is because I don't want to actively or even subconsciously mold them into the child I wish I'd had the opportunity to be...
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"one of the reasons I'm against children is because I don't want to actively or even subconsciously mold them into the child I wish I'd had the opportunity to be..."
ReplyDeleteCOSIGN. SO FUCKING MUCH.