as i prepare to run out the door and be faced with the fuckery that is the MTA train system (on a weekend) i felt compelled to update you on something. A few days ago I debated over whether or not Little Miss Sunshine (the miserable black girl I work with) was wearing a wig or not (swoop bang, chunk highlights and straw curls?!!?)
madame sho-nuff has frosted flakes in her head. wigs don’t have dandruff.
okay. off to work.