Saturday

Ok.
I hate black girls/women.

They are so....mediocre. Like they are either WAY to curvy or not skinny enough. I hate looking at them it makes me sick.
It makes me depressed too because I'm black, and my mom told me she never had a flat stomach.

What the fuck.

So last night my friend took me to this crap club on 6th street. It was awful, but she said it was the only 18+ club around. She and her other friends were being twats, and she looked like a skank.

She's huge by the way. I look at pictures of her from the past and she used to be really skinny. The thing is, she still wears the clothes she used to when she was thin. Ew.

Anyway. It was your basic shitty club full of nasty 'gangster' wanna be boys that smelled like shit and yelled things like "hey blue BLUE!"(as in your shirt color) at you instead of coming up to you and saying hi. And the most disgusting girls squeezed into the tightest outfits they could find. Outfits that show each and every roll, love handle, and huge belly in the place.

Not only is that not my scene, but I was actually dressed nice and I couldn't stand looking at these girls literally falling out of their clothes.

I'd rather have spent the night, smoking and feeling thin, while listening to live rock and flirting with a hotty with shaggy hair and snake bites.

My question to my AnaMia's. Do you get high? And if you do how do you beat the intense hunger after wards?
All I can say for last night was thank god Taco Bell was closed by the time we stopped partying. I only ate 10 baked lays.

Love and strength