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Wednesday's Man.....
I'm just so tired of so many things and so many people, I need somewhere to vent - here it goes:
A. Internet thugs make me laugh. As Tanisha says, it's like the Special Olympics... even if you win, you're still a retard! I mean, ole' girl knows where I stay and I have no problem banging her in public, BUT (the big but) I refuse to go back and forth with her via the internet. LAME
B. I want to apologize to a certain someone for my recent spats of childish internet vomit; I spoke out of anger. It's like losing your best friend and then drawing attention to yourself in hopes of that person still wanting to be your best friend, guess he found someone else to play "tag" with. So, I'm stuck on the monkey bars all alone, my playground crush is officially dead, buried, and has gone to heaven.
C. How is it that someone tells you that they wont have their phone all weekend while they're in Atlanta, but then gets mad when they realized that you haven't called them?? Is that logical.
D. I sold two books already but for some reason, Amazon and Half.com only distribute your money ever 14-21 days. Ain't that some bullshit? It's like waiting on a paycheck, dammit!
E. PECO fucked up our bills so now this month, we're paying for two months even tho we paid them last month but they say that was just an "estimate" - what type of shit is this (in my Bernie Mac voice)??
F. I cleaned out my closet and came to a harsh but real conclusion: Hi. My name is Whitney and I'm addicted to Nike's. I found shoes that have never even touched the ground but for some reason, I couldn't part with them.
G. My roommates are like completely in love with my fried chicken, I think something is wrong with them. It's like a crack addiction, really. To me, it's just fried chicken... to them, it's like the Holy Grail. Sheesh. Maybe I'll make you some, oneday.
H. I actually didn't know what letter came after G, I had to sing the song. Payce!
A. Internet thugs make me laugh. As Tanisha says, it's like the Special Olympics... even if you win, you're still a retard! I mean, ole' girl knows where I stay and I have no problem banging her in public, BUT (the big but) I refuse to go back and forth with her via the internet. LAME
B. I want to apologize to a certain someone for my recent spats of childish internet vomit; I spoke out of anger. It's like losing your best friend and then drawing attention to yourself in hopes of that person still wanting to be your best friend, guess he found someone else to play "tag" with. So, I'm stuck on the monkey bars all alone, my playground crush is officially dead, buried, and has gone to heaven.
C. How is it that someone tells you that they wont have their phone all weekend while they're in Atlanta, but then gets mad when they realized that you haven't called them?? Is that logical.
D. I sold two books already but for some reason, Amazon and Half.com only distribute your money ever 14-21 days. Ain't that some bullshit? It's like waiting on a paycheck, dammit!
E. PECO fucked up our bills so now this month, we're paying for two months even tho we paid them last month but they say that was just an "estimate" - what type of shit is this (in my Bernie Mac voice)??
F. I cleaned out my closet and came to a harsh but real conclusion: Hi. My name is Whitney and I'm addicted to Nike's. I found shoes that have never even touched the ground but for some reason, I couldn't part with them.
G. My roommates are like completely in love with my fried chicken, I think something is wrong with them. It's like a crack addiction, really. To me, it's just fried chicken... to them, it's like the Holy Grail. Sheesh. Maybe I'll make you some, oneday.
H. I actually didn't know what letter came after G, I had to sing the song. Payce!
