Sincerely, I do apologize for the rough content in the previous entry... especially to whom it concerns. I would take it out, but then my journal wouldn't be authentic. I'm going to church in like 4 hours, but first I needed to write my piece...
So tonight... I went to a birthday dinner and realized how much of a not-talker I am in larger social situations. On the flip side though I had fun and good food because at my favorite restaurant... Pappadeux's :) They did, however, run out of crabfingers though... so I was kinda salty about that. Ah well. In the midst of all of this I was also on a semi-date. I say semi because I paid my way and all one could say I owed homeboy was gas money. It was cool though cuz I respect people's funds and I remember that I have like 4 jobs. Still, I also like to be taken care of once in a while. That can be saved for a boyfriend or love interest though. This seemed more like chill friends... which fits into my whole relationship moratorium thing.
Ummm... why did someone in particular feel that it was kosher to call me SEVEN freaking times without my answering and without leaving a fuqhing message. Can we say stalker?! If I don't answer after twice I am probably busy or don't want to talk to you... and even had I wanted to talk to you I'm not one of those rude heffas that answers the phone and talks to other dudes when she is out with someone. That's just not cool to me. I know I don't have anything to hide but I woulda been salty if dude had been conversating on his cell with Sasha or Tiffany while he was out with me.
In order to wake up I must sleep... so that's what I'm going to do.
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