So, it's 3:30am and why am I not in bed? Well, mostly it's because I was hanging out with my friend Kevin and company. Nothing interesting, just a bunch of crust punks I knew in high school drinking and smoking pot.
My drama with chicks continues again. Meghan called me while I was washing my truck and we just chit-chatted for a while. Then, after coming home, I wound on the phone with Whitney, letting her vent about the rebound douchebag.
Things are civil between me and Meghan, but she knows she fucked up and tells me she misses me. Starbucks just isn't the same for her anymore apparently. I do kind of miss Whitney because she was faithful and did care about me, but I feel shitty because I felt like I broke up with her friends rather than her. It's a shitty situation that she lives in, but I just didn't want part of it. I just wanted her and couldn't get her without her friends and fucked up family.
Then, I'm not getting any call back or text message from Heather at all. I'm just left out in left field about her. Pretty fucked up, eh?
All I can say is that fuck that chick--Meghan, fuck that chick--Whitney (but I'd like to fuck her for real again), and fuck that chick--Heather. Again, what the fuck is up with chicks?! Can I not find a trill ass bitch to kick it with?
My drama with chicks continues again. Meghan called me while I was washing my truck and we just chit-chatted for a while. Then, after coming home, I wound on the phone with Whitney, letting her vent about the rebound douchebag.
Things are civil between me and Meghan, but she knows she fucked up and tells me she misses me. Starbucks just isn't the same for her anymore apparently. I do kind of miss Whitney because she was faithful and did care about me, but I feel shitty because I felt like I broke up with her friends rather than her. It's a shitty situation that she lives in, but I just didn't want part of it. I just wanted her and couldn't get her without her friends and fucked up family.
Then, I'm not getting any call back or text message from Heather at all. I'm just left out in left field about her. Pretty fucked up, eh?
All I can say is that fuck that chick--Meghan, fuck that chick--Whitney (but I'd like to fuck her for real again), and fuck that chick--Heather. Again, what the fuck is up with chicks?! Can I not find a trill ass bitch to kick it with?
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And that thing about Whitney and you dumping her because of her friends instead of her raises the age old saying, "you are whose company you keep." Chicks...