Insightful Revelations after Lunch

Everything comes to light... after macaroni and cheese. Don't let nobody tell you different.

For example, I realized I dont want to be anyone else's first anything. Not their first piece of ass, not their first real girlfriend, not even their first best friend. Why? I'll tell you why. Because they're experimenting on my ass, thats why. Say I'm some dude's "first real (dammit, they always put emphasis on the "real" part) girlfriend. He wont have the first clue what to do or what not to do. Which means we spend 90% of the relationship with me telling him what not to do, or showing him how he should be treating me, all the while he is acting a spoiled ass, and ignoring every damn thing I say. Then, one day my patience is so thin I have to put it out with the trash on Friday. Thin like a wife beater thats been washed like a zillion billion times. Eventually its all yellow and thin, with little holes in it. Well yeah. My patience gets swap meet wife-beater thin, so I bail on his ass. Only for this triflin' S.O.B. to get another girlfriend... and do EVERY DAMN THING for this heffa that he didn't do for me! Then on top of that, the ass will call me saying something like, "Misty you taught me so much about love. I am such a better boyfriend now. I'll always love you. I hope we can always be friends." Now depending on the negro, I'll either answer, "Of course we can", or the infamous, "Nigga, KISS MY ASS! What you telling me this shit for? Go on right to HELL." Then they act all sad and depressed, and stalk me for the next 5 years or so. Its happened to me so many times... shit sucks. Never again, I tell you the truth. I put that on my CD changer. Well further revelations to come... gotta finish my work.