Tarrin Andrews

Cheaters are the worst? Says who? Haters, probably. If you’re thinking of cheating but aren’t too sure if you should take the proverbial plunge (wink, wink) then here are a few things that might push you in the right direction. The direction of a winner. A pussy maverick, if you will.

Most of us are running away from something or some things. That’s part of human nature and nothing to be ashamed of.

You’re mildly confused, your pants are in tatters, and you’ve leveled a city. Your mind is so soft and defenseless that you might say something stupid.

There’s an idea that vertigo is less a fear of heights and more a fear that you might jump. A similar sensation can be found in certain social situations.

Everyday is harder than the last and easier. You’re becoming a dream. No longer present, I wonder if I really spent a year with you at all.

By now we should all be decently aware that being black in America has its fair share of societal difficulties. What’s sometimes left out are the little things that we experience — especially if we just so happen to be the only one around.

Sitting in her lap, drinking and thinking but I’ve never seen her face except in certain people’s eyes, and in the moments when you really notice the sky.

What type of music you listen to says at least a little bit about your personality. So, it’s pretty safe to assume that people who like a particular artist have something in common. But what are those commonalities? After painstaking research and speaking with dozens of leading psychologists (i.e. my 24-year-old upstairs neighbor who works at Barnes & Noble), I’ve compiled an authoritative list. It was all very scientific.

Black wealth needs to be consolidated and multiplied for the benefit of the black community. Instead of continuously pumping black income into white pockets, there needs to be a conscious effort by the black community to invest in their black neighbors and themselves.

It’s hard to go 48 hours without hearing some inane piece of news about Kim or one of the other Kardashians, or, like now, read some type of article about them.

Remember you’re in LA.

LA-based Leroy Ryder makes the sleazy, opium-infused, beach music your grandma warned you about.

Pay bills ahead of time.

As every other year, this Independence Day saw the usual, fleeting public outpour of gratitude for living in this country.

To describe the right as religious is almost redundant in America.

There is literally no moral difference between the subjugation of these groups.

There’s literally nothing better than someone complimenting our shirt or our watch so that we can say, “Thanks, my girlfriend got it for me.” NOTHING. IT’S THE BEST FEELING.

“He said he wanted to live in my vagina. Like, pay rent and everything.”