October 20, 2008

An Open Letter to All White People

Dear White People,

Why, yes I am half black, or halfrican as I like to say. I also have hair far different than yours. It is not a brillo pad, do not compare it to one or I will harm your perfect teeth.

I also do not appreciate you telling me that I should fro my hair. Just because I was born with unfortunately stiff, dry hair does not mean I am going to spend hours combing my hair out and filling it with products just so you can laugh at how dumb I look. That is not my idea of fun. It wasn't funny when dozens of other said it and it definitely wasn't funny when you continued to tell me to. Fros may have been cool in the 70s but now people just point and laugh. I just wanted to let you all know that black people don't appreciate your humor at our hair's expense.

Thanks.

ps: Nobody looks good with an afro. Don't fool yourself.

October 6, 2008

Mystery Area

Working as a tour guide at a "mystery area" over the summer, I received a lot of questions pertaining to the origins of the mysteries the "mystery area" contained within its cabined walls.
Though I revealed little to nothing, as there was nothing mysterious going on, I always enjoyed the way one of my co-workers began his answers to questions about our place of business: "Well, 'mystery area' is a magical place..."


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October 3, 2008

I hate Phil Collins







"I can feel it comin
in the air tonight"
--Phil Collins

A poem entitled: Morning Air
This morning
I could see my breath
in the crisp air.
It reminded me
of a crisp morning
last Fall
when I could see my breath.

--by Andrea

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ps: I hate Phil Collins

Do you hate Phil Collins? Quiz
Your Results:Congratulations! You hate Phil Collins. You blame him for every mishap that occurs during your everyday life, and with good reason! Pat yourself on the back, you're a good person.


October 1, 2008

My Dad

My father likes to pretend as though he doesn't really like any of us kids. But it's pretty obvious that when we're gone he only has the cat to yell at. So I like not calling home for a few weeks and seeing how many sad phone calls I can get from him. I'm up to, like, 8 right now.

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