I was on the way to work but I still did what every black girl does after a breakup. I called my cousin and talked shit about dude. A tradition was a tradition.
HALLELUJAH! How often is God good? You better answer all the time! I prayed for that niggas downfall everyday and I almost broke into a full praise dance hearing that it had finally happened. Won't he do it!
Nigga I hate you. You didn't hate this dick the other day now did you? Since you think you know everything. You got your fucking degree. That shit was MID Keep talking. Bottoms come a dime a dozen. I'll find a new one. You don't mean that.
You know when you read romance novels and the FMC always plays cute and humble and refuses to spend any of the MMC’s money? Yeah, I hated that shit. They were offering and I was partaking. My budget didn’t speak humble. The only thing I wanted out of the mud was potatoes.
They acted like I was Jeffrey fucking Dahmer instead of a horny woman who seized the day. Fucking was normal activity! It’s not my fault that most people couldn’t get more than one other person to join in.