I'll admit to being prissy, but stuck up is just not a adjective that one uses toward a friend no matter how pissed they are. Prissy speaks to my being meticulous and finicky. I know what I want, but that doesn't mean I'm conceited or think I'm better than others... or that I'm materialistic. Yes, I like to be comfortable but I'd rather date a dude with no car and a big heart than an asshole with a Lexus. I don't choose men on the basis of their financial credentials but I'm sorry, education is a must... actually naw, I'm not apologizing for having standards. Forget that. It would be safe to say that I haven't been this mad in a few years after being personally attacked by someone I thought had my back. I'm trying to get over it because I know that friends tend to hurt each other, but damn.
Posted on 6.28.2006 at 3:11 PM
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