All seven of my sponsored African children just got wiped out in a fucking mudslide in Congo. It’s absolutely terrible because now how am I supposed to get my course project finished without the follow-up info from them for my social justice studies?
I paid less than a dollar a day for nothing! Of course the organization is run by a straight white male. Figures.
Z’thal, a post gender friend of mine said that a similar thing happened to zir before zey graduated, so zey swapped head photos with a spare African another student had left over and confirmed there was no click in the name and zir handed in zeir project and nobody was the wiser.
But how can I do this with all seven, just because these fucking idiots had to go and take a stupid risk fleeing just to get away from the Cholera epidemic and some stupid Tootsi warlord? I’m furious!
Besides, there’s like a well-known weight loss clinic in Santa Monica that prescribes cholera to patients to shed pounds quickly and everybody knows they put it in swimming pools to keep the water germ free so how bad can it be?
So if I really want my gender studies major, I just don’t know what I’m going to do now. I mean, if photos have to be included, I had an idea.
You see, my person of color boyfriend Remington is of African heritage so… I had an idea if I dress him up and use some old pics of his older brother De3ondre, (pronounced DeThronDREY), it could work.
But I know that talking about his brother is still a sore spot for Remington after he was accidentally electrocuted while removing the copper wiring from an abandoned shopping mall late at night to make sure all the lights were off to stop carbon emissions.
Guess I’ll have to suffer through yet AGAIN.
This is how tough it is for a proud young feminist woman at college, if we’re not being raped we are being died on!