I don’t like having stuff rubbed in my face
I don’t like being embarrassed in front of people
I don’t like being made to feel guilty because I can’t force myself to feel or act a certain wAy
It is so cute
Katt Williams on Dave Chappelle: “But Dave Chappelle was decapitated in front of us. And until we deal that. Until we deal with the fact that a devout Muslim was accused of being a crackhead. And until we establish the fact that they said he went to Africa to smoke cocaine when we know they don’t have running water and food over there. When they don’t have paved roads over there. You saying he flew past Chicago and Miami and LA and New York and Detroit, you saying he went past Cleveland and Fort Pierce, Florida, and he went past Okeechobee and Oakland, you saying he went all the way to another country where they not eating? You talking about somebody who has a wife and children, five children, and lives on a farm, he doesn’t live here in Hollywood. You saying you convince people thatperson was an insane crackhead? And he hasn’t been on movies and TV for eight years is that correct? Ok then don’t tell me about what you wanna tell me, I just watched you decapitate him in front of me… Then when he made 500 million dollars, even though his contract said he was supposed to get half of it, they said he made too much for the contract to be valid, so we’ll offer you 10% of what you made. You mean he made 500 million and they offered him 50? Yes. And he said, “what do you think my fans are gonna say? When they find out you offered me 10% of what I made you.” And they said, “your fans will believe that you’re a crazy crackhead by the time you get home. And my nigga got on a flight in LA and by the time he got to Ohio it was so. And eight years later he hasn’t been in a movie or television and is just now trying to do his real comeback in Radio City Music Hall. It’s bees like that sometimes.”
this is fucked up.
(Source: kanyeuniversecity, via awkwardbutsexy)
I joke. You’re actually hideous.
I’m just so lazy. Maybe that’s it. Too lazy. Because it’s normal to dread school but to throw up in the morning because of the nonstop testing and the idea of spending the rest of my life in scrubs, inserting foleys into vaginas and pushing a med cart up and down the halls of nursing homes? 12 hour shifts that involve pull passing deadlines with constant interruption, with a nice stack of paperwork on top? It’s such an honorable job. Nurses are the heart and backbone of the healthcare setting. But goddamn how I would love to be in a classroom teaching little kids about history . I can’t fucking do this. I feel sick all the time. My head always hurts, my body always hurts. My scalp is dry. My lips are dry. My hands are dry. my inspiration is nonexistent. I’m bitchy all the time. I’m so fucking mad all the time. I count my pennies. I resent my own friends who don’t have to do shit except study. This isn’t me. I’m a joyful person. Easy come. Easy go. Who am I doing this for? for the great fucking car? To shove it in the faces of those who have wronged me? But I’m miserable. I’m good at it. I like helping people. I care about my patients. But I don’t feel passion. I’m not excited to start the day unless it begins with the letter ‘S’. Life is hard. I want to disappear or sleep for years. Years. Pretty please.