I blame my parents for my OMJD
So today, my mother and I went to see The Help. It was a great movie by the way...
So, when the movie was over, we had this long conversation about how race was still an issue in the Southern States.
I don't know how, but I decided to ask my mom if she knew anything about Romonica Harris. :|
She said she didn't know who she was, and she asked why I brought her up...
So I gave her this look:
And she was like:
"WHAT?"
And I just said "Nothing" and rolled my eyes.
And then my mom was like:
"Here we go with the Michael Jackson shit again..."
And I just looked at her like:
And then she said that she was going to take me to the psychiatrist...
But, for what?!? Because I like adore Michael Jackson?!?
And its not even my fault.
If my parents would've introduced me to him before he died, this wouldnt even be a problem.
-___-
But like, forreal tho? Why is it a problem when I want to marry MJ, but its okay for little 6 year olds to have orgasms when they see Justin Bieber...
We live in a twisted world....