This cough refuses to let me be great. I can't sleep, so I'm up thinking. I recently cancelled a profile on a networking/dating site, Meet Me. It was worse than Tagged. Tagged was the projects of social networking. MM was like the slums. Like, I needed a voucher in hand just to log on. It was the skid row of dating sites. Where all hope for love goes to die. When a dude that had no job, car, or place of his own tried to talk to me, that was it...I was done. Like, ninja you don't even deserve internet access. Your life hasn't earned it.
I hate when I go to an African or Jamaican club and some slow song comes on. Dudes starts dancing with you like they love you, trying to gaze into your eyes and shit. And you're like nigga I don't even know this song. I heard the chorus before, but it's not my jam. The only reason I'm still standing here is because the bar is too full and I'd rather stand here where it's a tad bit less crowded. Get your dick off my leg and find a more drunk chick to have your moment with. Geez.
I wish I could go to work right now and just work till I fell asleep...like, 15, 20 hours straight. If I fall asleep I will be mad when the alarm goes off in a couple hours. If I stay up, I'm gonna crash around 1. I wish I could get my 40 hours whenever I wanted during the week. It's the gift and the curse of Fed employment. Core hours. FML.
Yeah...that's about it.
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