oy. i hate mondays again.
they're so ugh.

class was intriguing. the prof and i are gonna problems just cause we always do. we've got history. i love pissing him off. i think he respects the fact that i never back down from him but other than that he pretty much hates me. he did tell me he'd write me a good letter of recommendation when i started to applying to grad school but whatever.

i didn't get to see my hunny booboo after class cause he was too busy for me. douche.

why is traffic always so fucking awful at noon? i mean, what the fuck are people doing? it's not like there's a wreck or anything. people are just holding shit up for the hell of it. i just wanted to get on 65 so i could get home and pee. but before i could do that, i had to sit on 40 for half a fucking hour. that's why people get road rage. they put up with nonsensical traffic all week and by friday, a nigga is ready to ram their car into some shit and choke a bitch.

one of my frienemies called to tell me about the latest bullshit she's been putting up with and i was just like "Okay, why are you wasting your time with this jerkoff? You're fucking gorgeous, smart, you have great sense of humor, and so sweet you could just die from a sugar overdose. You could have any man you want and you're with that loser? Come the fuck on!"

"Sorry, everyone can't be as perfect as J."

"Honey child, he's far from perfect but he's a real man. Real men spoil you and make you feel like the most beautiful girl in the world. Know a woman's worth. Real men don't string you along out of convenience."

and that's when she told me to go to fuck off and hung up. which i thought was kinda funny cause i love it when people tell me to fuck off, but it's really sad.

that dude she's with is a fucking pig. he lies to her, cheats on her. wait, no, he doesn't cheat. he breaks up with her for a few days so he can sleep with whomever he wants and then begs her to take him back when he's bored. and when he's with her, all he does is talks about how he'd bang this, that, and the other chick passing by. doesn't appreciate any of the nice things she does for him. she's goes out of her way to do stuff for him and he's probably never even said "thank you". he obviously doesn't love her or even care about her the tiniest bit, but knows she's "crazy about him". he's a fucking waste of time. she could do so much better. she's in an emotionally abusive relationship and doesn't even realize it. what sucks even more is that HE knows the relationship isn't going anywhere but doesn't have the balls to break it off completely cause he knows a real woman wouldn't tolerate that shit.

ugh. i hope he dies a slow, torturous death.

i'm sleepy but i'm trying to stay awake until J gets home so he can bitch about his day and i can play with his balls and he can blow my back out. then i can take a nice long nap.

oh shit! bobby brown is on tyra today. i gotta watch that shit.

later dudes and dudettes.

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