I just booked flights to Chicago in May. I get to see beyonce, my friends, and my siblings. TRIFECTA.
BEYONCÉ?!?!?!?!?! Ahhhhhhhhhh!!!!! Lucky! I want to see her so bad, but nobody else wants to go.
my brother turned me down, and my friends are hemming and hawing based on price.
I am fully prepared to go alone or pay for my mom/sister to go with me.
my sister and I saw her and Jay Z together and I cried real tears, then proceeded to drunkenly come home to my then-fiance, wake him up from a dead sleep (work night) and make him watch me do my best beyonce hair flip.
Hugs to everyone who needs them today. (hug) (hug2)
I'm engaged in a Pinterest Comments Section argument about a photo of a boy arriving at a girl's house to take her to the prom, and the dad and uncles and brothers are all standing around him with mean faces and shotguns. I just commented, "That isn't funny" and someone said, "But it's a JOKE!" And I keep replying, "Why are they threatening to shoot him? Why don't they trust the girl to make her own decisions? Why is it funny that they're threatening him when he's done nothing wrong?" And the dope keeps replying, "But you don't get it! It's a JOKE!"
Comments section feminist arguments are my jam! Get 'em!
The latest follow/up (screen name is a woman's name, btw):