Verity

Crisanta sluggishly rolled out of bed as her morning alarm went off for the 4th time that morning. Snooze had become her best friend and her 8am class her worst enemy. As a morning ritual Crisanta scrolled down her twitter timeline while sitting on the toilet for a morning flush out. After lingering on the toilet for a while she jumped up as though fire was ignited on her ass. She was going to be late for class! She threw on sweats and a t-shirt and raced out the house.

After almost getting ran over and forgetting a much needed folder she made it to class on time. The professor began yacking away about the constitution and went into a long lecture that Crisanta heard at least once a week of when Professor Munz worked in the white house. As the lecture dragged on it seemed as thought the only thing coming out of the teachers mouth was the song stupid hoe by Nicki Minaj.

Once back from class Crisanta was instantly hit with a rank smell. “I forgot to flush the toilet” she instantly thought. It was horrible that her craps smelled so bad and lingered for so long. She often felt sympathy for her future husband because even she could not bear the smell at times. She walked into the bathroom and almost flushed but stopped. There was a copper looking string at the bottom of the toilet. “What is that?” she said thinking out loud? it almost appeared to be stuck in between pieces of feces. Currious she found some latex clothes she normally cleaned the bathroom with and picked the copper straw up. The dropped the item in the sink and let the water run. Clearly this was some type of metal. After pouring bleach on the metal straw it finally looked clean. So the next question is where did this come from? Crisanta had heard of people swallowing pennies and disgusting them but she couldn’t recall herself swallowing a metal bar! That was impossible. A rush a worry surged through. Was she sick? Was this some new STD she was unaware of? After making some brunch she decided that she would just wait and see if this strange phenomenon would occur again.

Strive, strive,strive only to find that there is more to strive for. Are we suppose to strive until our death or does it just take years or decades to find our true purpose? Striving to be great. Striving to make family and loved ones proud. Striving to break generational curses that haunt like a ghost in the night. Striving to be successful, but success can only be measured from within. All these things can equal up to success but its not enough. So maybe all there really is to strive for is myself.

Him: i want a dog or a bitch to keep me company. Me: me too!!! ……………… I want a bitch, Wanna be my bitch? Him: depends on the job description. Me: Its not too hard of a job Him: Is it fun? Does it pay in thighs??? Me: yea, and Breast 😏😉😜