#31WriteNow Day 30 - Another #Realissue

I was jamming, per usual, during my commute today and came across "Arab Money" on the iPizznayee.



What. The Hell. Was. Ron Browz. Saying?

Here's my interpretation:


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Happy Friday!

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#31WriteNow Day 29 - #Realissue Thursday

I asked my peeps for topics to write about as the challenge comes to a close.  My girl, DJ T-Race, posed the following question which made me cackle:

"Why is it that we never see baby pigeons?"

After I cackled, I said "Self?"  Self said "Girl, that's a deep question!" So I was thinking.

You know, with my brain.

Do pigeons come out mother pigeon's vagina as a full-size pigeon? Do they age faster than dogs?  Like, is a pigeon at 2 months the equivalent of a 5-year-old pigeon?

All this talk about Destiny Hope Cyrus and her flat ass "twerking"...let's talk about the real issues, people!

Do baby pigeons exist?  

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#Realissues: Dirty 30 edition

As outlined in my “Dear Summer” post, I've kicked it all year for other people's 30th birthday.  At this point, I’m just cruising until my 30th, which is 23 days away.  I’m pretty chill about it now, but there is one thing I’m nervous about.  I brought this topic up a couple of years ago on Twitter, but now that 30 is approaching, I have to ask:

When I turn 30, do I have to stop shopping in the Juniors section for my jeans?

This is a #realissue, people.  I mean…the name of the section is “Juniors.”  I’m not even considered a young adult anymore…unless I’m trying to join someone’s Youth & Young Adult Choir.

I’ve accepted these random moles that are popping up all over my body.  I’ve grown to love the moles on my right cheek that I affectionately call “The Big Dipper” because of how they’re positioned.

I’ve accepted the fact that, though yoga is doing wonders for my body, I can’t be outcheah reckless.  This includes stretching before hooping and wearing an ankle brace when my ankle feels just fine.  If I want to wear heels when I turn 75, like my grandmother, I have to keep it all together.

Basically, I’ve accepted that I’m getting older.

But, dag nabbit, one thing I can’t accept are jeans that cover my belly button.  NO!  I refuse to head to the women’s’ section of a Macy's or Carson's for some Levi’s.  Mom Jeans on this body?  Pssshhh!  That is a life that I refuse to be about.

So yeah, I’ll continue to head to the Juniors section for my jeans.

For now.

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