Kiss it

I need to get my creative juices a rest to bring you more stories from my shitty life. Stay tuned. 
For now I will leave you with a small incident that happened to me. 


As you all know of my intense passion for finding my "real" family growing up, I often wished that they would hurry and find me.


This one time when I was like 6, I was a cute little shit...with my cherub porcelain dimpled cheeks, fantastic curly hair. I was the real in the flesh cabbage patch kid. Which was cute until one of my uncles pinched my cheeks every time he saw me.


When I was 6 we lived in a pretty modest neighborhood in Las Vegas. We were living the dream (fucking with you B, sorry y'all inside joke) we loved our home and neighbors. Until I met Bertha. We called her Big Bertha, because she was big and hefty. All though I understand this name to be associated with hugeness. 
She liked to fuck with me.
This heifer lived across the street so there was no avoiding her.
Her and my so-called sister who was the opposite of me with her dark olive skin and straight black hair.


Martha and my older sister decided to see if I would do as they say and become cool like them.
I walked in my room and they had my mothers red lipstick (that she never used because it was a color for tramps and floozies) and put it on their lips. I wanted to take a part in this too so they put some on me.
They then proceeded to "kiss the wall" and wanted for me to do it. They taunted with "kiss it!", "kiss it!"
So I did.


Turns out they not only did not kiss the wall, they put on a different lipstick than I.
Those bitches gave me the lip stick that was semi-permanent (I swear I might still have a slight hue from it now) and they used one that wiped straight off.


So my bright yellow wall had a huge (yes I have big lips) red kiss mark on it, I could not for the life of me take that shit off.
Ohh how funny it was for them to see me frantically trying to wipe it off of the wall and my lips. To no avail.
There was a permanent fixture in my room that was in the form of my lips for years after that.
My mom was very upset for me using her good tramp lipstick. 


Bitches.