#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...