Because I said so

I need to get my power back. The lack of power that had me creeping out of the dorms, walking six blocks to my car at six o'clock in the morning. I have lost my power. Me! Of all people.  Earlier that day in fear of my power, or lack thereof, I reacted out of weakness, out of the unknown. Let me fill yall in to the whole story. My boyfriend's a business major, I'm a journalist. He asked for my help on a paper he had due the next day... (procrastinators), so I go and help him to the best of my ability without erasing everything he'd previously written and making the paper my own. Now it's time for him to go to work, and I stay behind to finish enhancing his paper. Some hour or so later, I get bored, take some pictures of myself and my new hair do with his computer camera. After looking at them later with a fresh eye, I no longer liked them, so I delete them and to make sure they were gone for good I went to the trash bin. Now I usually don't do this, but for some

So I went to the Goodwill yesterday to buy a black belt because someone stole mine a couple of months ago and I came to a few conclusions about people and I have one question in response... what the health is going on? Why are there underwear, bathing suits and pacifiers for sale at a Goodwill? YUCK! I would never think to buy such a thing and I didn't think Black people would either but I was behind someone who was buying their child a used bathing suit and contemplating the purchase only because she thought the child already had one. "Are you sure can't fit the blue one no moe," the mother asked the child who responded with a nod, "cuz I could swear I just bought that one." There are just some things you don't do people, and buying a used anything that a persons personals have been on or in is one of them. Used draws would never grace my baby's bottom and a used "pasie" would never be sucked on by any child of mine. So really what the he