last night I bought a pack of Reds and

went shopping at Joyce Leslie. the clothes there are designed to look sexy at all costs, including quality. tout va bien, man. at least I look really hot in that shit. I mean, it is true: most of the girls who shop there are overweight black girls, but I'm starting to think they have the right idea. who cares if you have an extra little roll trying to escape underneath that cheap-ass, china-made, lace corset? they still look amazing. white girls are all bones and no attitude. they're too busy counting calories in their head to be concerned with enjoying life. i mean, life is so damn boring when you're worrying about calories. why not stir up the pot with a few fat rolls? just eat the damn piece of cake and be happy. godamnit.