Chicken and Sake

So yesterday was my best friends birthday. I was at Rems, planning to bring my ass home and workworkwork. And then I get told I'm going to Underbar...fine. Problem is they're at capacity and we can't get in. Plan B? Asian karaoke spot with private rooms and pitchers of sake. Word. They also sell food. Of course we ordered chicken. So, I'm singing my tail off (and doing a hell of a job) when I notice there's only one piece of chicken left. One of my sisters is talking to my bestie about the last of something. While they're looking at each other I slip over, still singing, and slide my hand over that last piece. I'm slipping it off the plate when suddenly my sister turns and looks at me. What I didn't know was that they were talking about the last of the sake and everyone had long ago decided they didn't want the last piece of chicken. "Bitch, nobody cares", she says to me and turns and continues talking to my bestie. Soon after, this picture was taken. That's my story. And that's also an Equali Tee. We'll touch base on that soon.

That Ish Cray

I just needed to write for a second. I'm going to get deep a little later...maybe in a few days actually lol...but right now I just needed to get a few things out of my head. People that I don't know are following the Equali Tees Twitter. That is mind boggling. I can't comprehend this. Of course it's what I've aimed for, but I never really thought of the process of it happening. It's too dope. I want to cry. Seriously. A kid just told me he'd rep my brand. He followed Equali Tees, I looked at his pics and followed back. Liked a few images and he commented on one of my pics that he'd rep for me and left his email address. Listen. Someone wants to rep my brand. Someone wants to work for me. Someone wants to be my fucking employee. What the hell?! The implications of that...if these past two months are any indication of what's to come for me I better saddle up. SOMEONE BELIEVES IN ME AND WANTS TO WORK FOR ME. ARE YOU KIDDING ME?! The kid has over 6000 followers. And he believes that he can sell my shit. I can't even deal. He has no clue that Equali Tees is a little woman sitting in her mini Dorchester Apartment trying to decide between going to the grocery store and watching her favorite Simpsons episode for the billionth time. I'm so not even on his level yet LOL! But I will be. With a following like that I have to be prepared in case it gets crazy. Wherever the hell Equali Tees is about to bring me in life, I'm for it. Buckle up bitches.