Let me guess? Someone threw your Sunday paper in the pool? Or one of your creepy neighbors tossed a brick through your window? Or one of those bratty little hoodlums on your street slashed your tires? Or what? What happened? Do I need to call "my people"?
No need dear Cousin. For the first time it had nothing to do with my ghetto neighborhood.
I'm just tired of flakey people. It's like, if you say you're going to do something, do it. If you say you are going to be somewhere, bet there. And if you change your mind, FINE, but let me know in advance so that I can change my plans accordingly.
Now if you'll excuse me I have some feelings to repress with food.
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At 10:31 AM, SeriouslyNoWay said…
Let me guess? Someone threw your Sunday paper in the pool? Or one of your creepy neighbors tossed a brick through your window? Or one of those bratty little hoodlums on your street slashed your tires? Or what? What happened? Do I need to call "my people"?
At 11:10 AM, Leana said…
No need dear Cousin. For the first time it had nothing to do with my ghetto neighborhood.
I'm just tired of flakey people. It's like, if you say you're going to do something, do it. If you say you are going to be somewhere, bet there. And if you change your mind, FINE, but let me know in advance so that I can change my plans accordingly.
Now if you'll excuse me I have some feelings to repress with food.
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