#onthisday

Black women are not in monolith, but there is one thing that universally we do not tolerate that we cannot stand. We absolutely cannot stand it when people play in our face, and they really played in our face with this one. I like to do things the same way. First of all, I've learned a valuable lesson. I will never be caught out like this again as content creator ever, ever, ever. I care for y'all too much, we made too good of a connection. Y'all let me speak too, and on behalf of 92%, I'm so happy to be able to do that. I'm so grateful. I will never be caught out here again with a threat of not being in connection with you and other avenues ever again. And the other thing is, all I can think about when the lights went out here at TikTok, I couldn't stop thinking about this movie, in this book that I loved when I was a girl. Stephen King, I'm a huge Stephen King fan. Pet Cemetery. Pet Cemetery. Something is either happening or is happening with the powers of B in the background and with the app itself. TikTok died, got buried, and now I'm stressed out about what it's coming back as. It's spoiler alert. What they did in the book was an engine-indigenous burial ground where nobody had no business burying stuff. It buried things there because they couldn't deal with the loss or whatever deer thing. It was. It buried the thing and the thing would come back. But it did not come back the same. They buried a cat and the cat came back, but it was not the same cat. They buried a child and it wasn't the same cute little adorable child that came back. So we buried TikTok last night. It was a funeral. I know. People showed us the outfits. I saw the repash. I was dancing. I'm just wondering what kind of zombie monster app we're going to be dealing with here in the aftermath. All right. That's all I had to say about it. All right. I'll see y'all. Love y'all.