I have some good news, and I have some bad news. Let’s start with the bad news since it will probably lower your expectations, and then anything I say as the good news will just seem that much better. Bam! I’m a genius. I use that term loosely here.
A few times a year, I try to act like a lady. Last week was one of those times. I did an interview, and before I hopped on the call, I reminded myself over and over again: Don’t say the word shit. Don’t say the word shit. Don’t say the word shit.
I sat on the edge of my chair, pinching my leg as a reminder to act like a lady. I’m happy to report that I did not say the word shit. Instead, I said fuck…numerous times.
Luckily, the writer, Tracey Lomrantz, was cool about it. Thanks, Tracey. And sorry I’m so fucked up.
So, now for the good news: I somehow managed to get my ghetto self onto the ever fabulous Glamour magazine’s website.
And let’s remember, folks. I didn’t say the word shit.
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