OK, so the shit is called “The Ides of March, but I am Black as fuck, and I am going to keep calling it the St Ides of March, and y’all will just deal with it.
I went to my regular Starbucks this morning, and my drink was perfect. I have finally figured out my perfect formula: 4 shots of espresso and a splash of steamed vanilla sweet cream.
Hello, Tuesday. I am ready to beat you into submission.
It’s Wednesday. I didn’t necessarily feel like it, but I got my ass up, said an affirmation in the mirror, and decided I am going to kick Wednesday’s ass.
I’m not wearing pink, but I’m wearing all black, and Wednesday Addams wears all black, so it’s kinda the same thing, right?