In a previous post, I wrote that my plans always fall through. Well they did. I had a tentative 'date' (I guess you could call it that) that I was debating as to whether I was going to keep. I absolutely did NOT feel like making a 40 min drive for some penis. I'm sorry, I just didn't feel like it. When I got off of work, I was bored and was thinking, "Well, something is better than nothing. Even if I don't get any, at least I'll get to make out". Don't judge me, I like to kiss.
Sidebar: Usually people get over that at 14 years old, I'm a late bloomer o.k. No seriously, I didn't have my first real kiss til I was 16 or 17; take your white wig off!
Anyway, I text'd him, "Busy? I'm off work, are you at home", he replied, "Nope, I'm at choir rehearsal". So here I am, sitting in Birmingham and talking to my boo Ash Ma Nash at 8:30 debating whether I want to make this drive. I decided against it, took my ass to Jimmy Johns to get a Turkey Tom (#4 baby!), and went home to sulk. Smh, I got cock-blocked by Jesus. Looks like I'm going to Denver in the midst of a dry spell...
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