Currently listening to: Gold Digger – Kanye West feat. Jamie Foxx
Now, I ain’t sayin’ you’re a gold digger, you got needs
You don’t want a dude to smoke, but he can’t buy weed
You go out to eat, he can’t pay, y’all can’t leave
There’s dishes in the back, he gotta roll up his sleeves
But while y’all washin’, watch him
He gon’ make it to a Benz out of that Datsun
He got that ambition, baby, look at his eyes
You’re writing your autobiography. What’s your opening sentence?
Welcome to my shit show. I can go from demure to ratchet in a blink of an eye.
What is one of your quirks?
Prompt from: TCMC
- I smirk. A lot. The left side of my lips tends to raise ever so slightly when I’m thoroughly entertained.
- I have a habit of mimicking accents the moment I hear them. Give me a day, and I’ll have a Texas drawl down pat. Boston took a little longer, but I still pulled it off. Korean or Japanese accents in English? I unconsciously start mirroring them. And when my cholo patients talk to me, I slip into their cadence so naturally you’d think I was about that life. Do I get street cred for being born in South Central and spending time in a church camp that felt more like a prison?
- I need layers of blankets on me at all times—even in the dead heat of summer. Comfort over logic.
- Give me a true crime documentary on my phone and a home-cooked meal over a fancy restaurant and dressing up any day.
- Looks are nice, but scent? That’s what gets me. A man’s cologne, the way his skin smells—that’s what draws me in…that and intelligence.
- The scent of old books is intoxicating. Walking into a library gives me a rush like some people get from designer stores.
- At home, I eat everything with a teaspoon. Spaghetti, soup, rice bowls—it doesn’t matter. Call it a quirk. But don’t worry, I know my flatware etiquette when I dine out. I won’t embarrass my friends or dates.
- I’m also a slow eater. Painfully slow.
- I send my friends down rabbit holes for me and have them report back. TL;DR life.
- Notifications on my phone? Off. No pings, no pop-ups, no distractions. If I check, I check. If I don’t? It wasn’t meant to be.
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