my moms the best mom ever. shes just looking out for her first born.

she grew up in a time and a place where everyone was nicer and sweeter and way more polite

except for the crazies discriminating and hanging black people and making them feel terrible about their skin

so when i swear or use the lords name in vain or put up a “weird” picture, she’ll text me

“whats going on with all the cursing, are you ok?”

im totally ok ma, i teller, sometimes you gotta keep it real

when i was at E! she was very sad because i was cursing like a sailor. same when i was running LAist

at the Times, my boss advised me to tone it down and man was ma on top of the world.

where i work now no one cares about this blog because blogging is dead and you know what good

because even the good book keeps trying to tell us that when you die…

…you go to heaven

and in heaven everything is beautiful, even the four letter words

(amen)