eff you, imma get my game on anyways
i woke up this morning, on my big day, completely and utterly crutched.somewhat reminiscent of ozzy osbourne. feet dragging, slight limp, hair effed beyond repair.
i gimp over to my coffee maker.
turn it on, make the bed, grab a mug - sit down and browse the world wide....
mistake...
for...
it all comes back to the same thing...
always circles back to the same dilemma...
i never should have online dated for 3 years, on and off.
i met one too many crutched up brothas.
imma in a state of regret.
erry choice i made has come back to haunt me.
por ejemplo:
the two turds i decided to have slumber parties with have found someway to contact me in the past 24 hours.
imma poop my pants, people.
too much is riding on today, and if my game is not in check and he not a boy who lookin like he like what he sees...imma never have a chance to ride it...
i cannot lose IT man now, i've made it too far.
what did i even pluck and paint and primp and polka dot dress for, for naught?
NA
NA
NA
get me.
stop viewing my profile.
stop leaving me testimonials.
stop asking me to be your friend.
there's a reason why we don't even talk anymore, to quote boys II men...
that's a shout out to you, temps...
it's because ya'll crazy, and i am not...
*disclaimer: although this blog may completely disprove the aforementioned statement for, my reader, you don't know these men...you don't know me, only my babble, my pure untainted words...which may come off as lunacy, at times...but i can promise you, i am a speaker of the truth. they done did me wrong. i can prove the instability of these men with stories...wait, and ye shall receive evidence. can i get a witness?*
i feel ill.
na na.
imma take shower.
imma tink on dis.
imma
imma
imma
imma
i don't know, i just don't know
i need to enlist the help of a higher being on this, where ms. cleo at when you need her?
dang.
posted by tinamarie @ 6:44 AM
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