allergies- they make my head feel all stuffy even though there's plenty of leakage from my nose.

the day after a strenuous workout- not only do i have to deal with the old lady vagina and pine sol smell of the gym and own vagina sweating, but i gotta feel like somebody just ran over me with a semi the day after. i don't appreciate that shit.

drunk drivers who get off with a year of probation and some community service and then have to nerve to cop an attitude cause we're making you pay my hospital bills and damage to J's truck when i could've sued your stank ass for every cent you have plus your first-born child. ungrateful bitch.

bitches who flirt with my man right in front of me and then wonder why i punch 'em in the face and kick 'em in the back of the head. had you waited until i left to start acting like a desperate whore, you wouldn't be sitting at home looking like a bloated seal now.

wingzone- their hotwings suck ass. and i don't even think that was real chicken. i know what real chicken tastes like, and that wasn't it.

being so fucking busy that i don't get to have sex two days in a row- that shit should be illegal. somebody needs to find a way to make 36 hour days.

people who always wanna talk about what god has done for them- shut the fuck up. you are free to worship whatever or whomever you want. i just don't wanna hear about it, cause really all you're telling me is how you have no control of your own life.

MSN- it always cause my AIM to malfunction whenever i'm signed on to both at the same time. piece of shit.

blogger hyping up this beta shit when it doesn't even work the way it's supposed to. y'all can kiss my ass.

the jonbenet ramsey case- i don't care what you say, her parents did it.

the level of comfortability in this relationship with J- if he ever pees on me while we're in the shower ever again, y'all will see my ass on the news in cuffs cause i've strangled that nigga with my loofah. i've been traumatized enough from my own urine; i don't need his too.

flat-ironing my hair- that shit takes entirely too long. and there's always that one section that refuses to straighten like the rest of my hair, tempting me to just chop all this shit off. but i love my hair too much for that.

burning a hole in my chanel bag- oh, how i my heart aches. that shit is almost enough to make quit smoking. almost.

morbidly obese people who drive compact-sized cars- why? you have enough to deal with just by being overweight, and you wanna drive a '92 honda accord? maybe you didn't get the memo but i will sit and watch you struggle to get out of that thing for twenty minutes, and i will cackle like a hyena. i don't care if you can hear me cause there isn't a damn thing you can do about it. i can run faster than you can fart.

*****

this shit will be going back to private when blogger gets their shit together.
enjoy it while you still can.

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