|Shoes and jeans: Target top: thrifted necklace: thrifted glasses: Rivet and Sway|
|I'm attempting the "pony", which has NOTHING to do with twerking.|
|And then I threw some jazz hands in...|
|Then proceeded to throw some 'bows. Yup, I'm an idiot.|
|This is when John insists I stop dancing like a fool.|
|I love the combination of these two, and I adore the "bow" on this blouse.|
Regardless, then she got angry when I decided to rescind my invitation, thinking I was annoying her. She then got even more bitchy and announced: "Homie don't play that." I literally had to read it THREE TIMES. You know, because it's not 1992. Then I proceeded to explain, "Hey, you seemed pissed...so I left you alone."
After explaining how "easy-going" she is after this "misunderstanding" she decides to blow my page up with a bunch of bullshit about how Blurred Lines is a misogynistic song with "rapey" undertones. I had to take my status down, it was so offensive to me. Y'all read my post yesterday, where I stood up for myself, and my opinions, ahem...which are MY RIGHTS.
Guess who decided to block me from FB? I'm assuming because I spoke about being a REAL victim of sexual assault, not one who likes to throw words around because I consider myself a "feminist." Maybe instead of blocking me you could apologize for acting like an asshole. Oh wait, I am expecting adult behavior from someone who doesn't even use their real name on Facebook. Good luck, Kitty Kat Klaws. I don't tolerate bitches, or maybe to make it easier for you to understand, I'll use your terminology: "Homie don't play that."