ladies und untermensch, ich bin, an einen nigger ! ich purposes in life are chaos und disorder, i inflict upon my soziety krime und danger, for ich bin, for ich shall remain, ich, an einen nigger.
I've never been insecure about my height...i remember when my sister Brandi was in highschool i was in elementary..she was on her way to cheerleading practice..in her uniform..she was looking super cute and she says to me...she said *tokez*
Tara .. we're short ...but it's okay because it's cute ...never feel less than because you're short..
And honestly...those words have rang in my mind All my life and i just never felt bad or weird about it ..
Kind of feel like rambling about my sister..but that might be too much ..
The Leo and the Pisces
The lion and the fish ..i got some stories there lol...❤️
My big sister Brandi... beautiful...heart of gold.. loyal.. fashionista... intellectual...feice..hard working..the Leo ..she is the epitome of the Leo woman..i love my big sister..and i always wanted to be just like her ..
When we became adults she told me that she wanted to always be more like me...
That's deep...we are so similar but so different...i shine in all the areas she lacks and vice versa...
When we were kids...we had chores on assigned days...they had to be done before our parents got home..and she always made me do the dishes on her day ..
And if i refused..she forced me ...and while i did the dishes shed be like
"Burst your bubble" over and over again....
😭🤣
So this one i had had enough...like the movie with J lo... Enough!
So i literally remember Barney playing on the tv...and the two girls were singing to each other this song about loving each other .. " SISTER I LOVE MY SISTER" literally playing in the background while we rolled around like cats fighting...
I did all my sister's speeches in high school..i wrote every single one . because..it's an area where i naturally shined.. even though she's 6 yrs older than me ...
We'd time them with the paper view channel clock...
They were extremely easy to me ..
I trained with her in cheerleading at home..i practiced routines and did all the stretches with her ..
So when i got to high school and started cheerleading..i never had to get my legs popped.. because all the yrs i had stretched with her .i already was already noodle legs...
My sister was extremely hard on .e but oddly over protective...
Like super bossy ..but if someone else looked at me wrong shed completely flip out..like ready to beat everyone up ...and i always thought it was so weird ...❤️
I remember we'd make plans to stay up all night...eat snacks and talk ..I'd be up at the top bunk super crunk..with my junk food ..and I'd be like ..man .we gonna stay up all night ain't we B....b...B!?
Look down from the top bunk and she'd be fast asleep...
That's one person in this world i know who literally falls asleep the moment her head hots the pillow ❤️
I cried like a baby when my big sissy moved away ..she moved here to the town I'm in now from where we were in Chicago...
I felt like I'd never see her again...but she came back.. for all her big assignments...her speeches.. because she was goin to school for Early childhood development..
And that's when i wrote a kids book for her...it was for one of her classes...not only did she get an A...it's hanging at college right now in this town...
She said her instructor damn near cried reading it ... Imma try to remember most of the book..after this session...❤️
It was named after my neice...the story was about crayons that were in a little girls toy box ..
They all got together and said they wanted to find more friends...but they couldn't find more friends...so the crayons began to cry .and the colors came together to make new crayons... The tears from the red and yellow crayons made an orange crayon..so on and so forth... And before they knew it they had all these new colors of friends...
So it was teaching how colors were made and giving a plot...
It was named after my neice…the story was about crayons that were in a little girls toy box ..
They all got together and said they wanted to find more friends…but they couldn't find more friends…so the crayons began to cry .and the colors came together to make new crayons… The tears from the red and yellow crayons made an orange crayon..so on and so forth… And before they knew it they had all these new colors of friends…
So it was teaching how colors were made and giving a plot…
I was pretty damn creative with that one…❤️
I gotta call B tomorrow..❤️
please keep your pro-miscegenation and race mixing propaganda to yourself.
everybody knows what happens when you melt all crayons together, they turn into a pool of brown slime.
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Sometimes..I'll just stop feeding a troll ..and watch them become lost… because sometimes i think ..that they believe that i have to feed them … absolutely not..i do it when I want to ..
You can easily be ignored…💗
Update ... I haven’t given a troll a bite of food in ages .. completely stopped reading their post
And yet the hunger for my attention still rages .. I just scroll on pass lmao
Not sure what I’ll be rambling about tonight.. kind of in the mood to talk about love ❤️... but idk😇.. we’ll see later tonight when I’m relaxing in my bubble bath
