And they call me colored
Treatment turns man blue. I am currently undergoing a treatment which turns my foot green. At least I hope it’s the treatment.
Treatment turns man blue. I am currently undergoing a treatment which turns my foot green. At least I hope it’s the treatment.
December 20th, 2007 at 1:00 pm
At least he isn’t running for the Senate.
December 20th, 2007 at 1:01 pm
White people. Shakes head.
December 20th, 2007 at 1:20 pm
How do you know that it isn’t happening to black people all the time?
December 20th, 2007 at 1:36 pm
hahahahahahaahah
December 20th, 2007 at 6:11 pm
[...] I was in such a good mood today. I have a job interview for a job I might actually want, I ended up sweet deal from Whatever LLP I’ve been calling this place and I was planning a fun trip to AC or Turning Stone. I was tempted to blog about my happy happy joy joy, but I was totally like…nah, that’ll just jinx it. Turns out, thinking about it was enough. Remember earlier when I was kidding about my foot turning green? Yeah, so…not so much ha ha funny as in…my mother asking me to repeat that and telling me to get my black ass to the doctor immediately. Her words. It was bad, I’ve been put back in a foot brace and am back on fulltime bedrest. Lemon. Especially considering I drove myself to work this morning. I was all miserable and cursing the fates on what I guess, will be my final car drive for a while…sucky, I didn’t even really appreciate it. I came home and my doorman said I had a package. I live in a really big building and as it is the season, a million other people also had packages. So he’s rifling and rifling and I’m getting worried that I’ve been on my foot too long and probably shouldn’t have driven and I’m about to tell him to forget it, I’ll come back tomorrow, when he says “Here ya Go!” And hands me a little plastic white bag, with my favorite address label: Dawn Summers! Yay…I ride upstairs and throw all the mail down and think…hmm…it’s soft and folded…clothes…the only clothes I asked Santa Claus for was…. [...]