we threw some burgers and hot dogs on the grill and had a few people over today.
it was pretty chill.
i would've been okay with us just being home alone, burping in each other's faces but whatever.
i've been the nice, social girlfriend all weekend so i don't wanna hear shit about going out or having people over next weekend.

at one point, J had my ass outside in damn near 100-degree weather standing over that hot ass grill so he could go get some more beer and ice.
i was a little mad.
i told that boy i'm not a field nigger.
i don't do the hot weather.
i can't be outside sweating and shit.
let me stay in the house where the air is and i'll make kool-aid.
what flavor?
RED!
heh.

so yeah, good times were had today.
no drama whatsoever.
i didn't have to smack a hoe for testing my gangsta.
J didn't cuss anyone out for looking at my booty.
nice, relaxing, uneventful memorial day.
i likes that.
better than last year fa sho.

i'm pretty sure J had too much to drink though, cause that motherfucker is passed out in the bathroom right now.
he's gonna stay in there too cause i refuse to drag his ass up those stairs and put him in bed.
i can't do it.
i won't do it.

oh my god, if he's pissed on himself, i will not have his babies.

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