conformity, at its fuckin' worst.

Good news :]

My mom and dad was in the same room for like 10 minutes without killing each other. We went to

WALL TO WALL mart

and got my mommy one of the sweetest cards ever and all signed it; it was great. But I digress...the conformity I'm talking about doesn't have to deal with Mother's Day, although we conformed to buying her a gift.

FACT: AMERICA HAS MADE US THINK THAT SPENDING MONEY SHOWS AFFECTION.

Nigga, I gave my mom a 30 minute massage. That's love and I didn't have to give her a cent because I gave her my love and I gave her happiness. (Although massaging her kinks gave her the "jizz" face. You know...that *uhhhh* face?)

Anyways, are you familiar with the store Rue 21?

Its a chic and fashionable store that sells clothes, scents, accesories and other stuff and it has a unique girl section and a very [insert synonymic word for unique here], but limited guys section. The store is like 75% girls and 25% guys.

Anyways....I do madd of my shopping there. About a year ago, my friends thought the clothes that I got there (aka slimming jeans and graphics tees) were not fashionable. Baggy clothes were. And so in the contemporary day, most of my friends, all the already-conformed breakdancing ones, now shop at Rue 21. I'm a little aggravated. :/