Checking vitals...

Yep, still pissed. What part of "You're only taking me to the damn party, we ain't gettin down after that so dont get no damn hotel room unless you're stayin in that bamma by your damn self" doesn't he get? I mean, the shit is pretty cut and dried. I just spent a hot ass half hour at best explaining to this fool ass nigga the reasons we're not gonna sleep together after the stupid party. And here I thought I was picking the lesser of 10 evils by choosing him. My MF'n bad. I can see what kind of a time I'm about to have. I'm gonna be leered at from every direction, hated on by the office staff (them heffas cant hold a candle to me on my ugliest day.... which happens to be today), groped and felt up by my date, and I can't even drink the pain away because I have to stay sober enough to make sure I don't in fact end up in a damn hotel room with him. Ohhh lawd... whatever did I do to deserve this? I mean, I know I despise my ex-es with an undying hatred. I know I've cussed out a gang of folks in my day. I know I'm extra mean to certain idiots that cross my path repeatedly. I know I missed church, but thats because You made it snow in the mountains and I can't see driving the mustang thru the snow! Man! Can I get a break here? He is only such a beggar. I hate weak ass niggas that beg. I HATE that shit with an unrelenting passion. All this mess about for old times sake. Nigga, damn! If you remember anything about me, please remember that Her Imperial Majesty despises desperate acting, beggin ass MoFo's. The shit is just lame, and there's no damn excuse for it. I told your ass no, take it like a man! Grab your damn balls and have some dignity for crying out loud! Am I supposed to want you because you're acting all pathetic like my disposal of you ruined your life hella years ago? Damn. It seems that I've begun to say this quite a bit, so I'mma make it my new motto in addition to Kiss My Ass So What. I. Can't. Win.