Wednesday, June 06, 2007

Things That Piss... off: You say you want to see me. I'm like cool, lets go out. You say I'm kinda broke right now. I say no problem. I'll pay. You suggest Fridays. I agree. Then, after I've gotten ready(make-up, dress, heels and accessories) you say, how about we just keep it in the house since I don't know how to get to Fridays from your house. WTF? You don't know how to get to Fridays? Heard of Mapquest muthafucka? Google Maps? Hell, ask a friend? But we can't go out 'cause you don't know directions? Man, Fuck You.

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