Why the hell didn't they have any brownies though?
Meanwhile... yesterday was awesome...
I woke up got dressed and went to the park with Yvette today.
Man just to have the sun shining on me felt great. She likes the sun too! Score! We walked, talked, tripped out over the Circus playing SouljaBoy and Beyonce'.
Found out a lot more about her and now I need her to learn how to ride a bike! It just aint right! She had this cute dress on that was just so girly yet classic. Dudes were looking and stuff.
Within such happy moments a fussin was underway. Yeah while I'm out with someone else I'm getting texted and texting away with "her" and became so damn annoyed V noticed. I felt like it was wrong for me to even entertain the bullshit but I did.
I then ignored it all and continued laughing and joking about life. Walked her to the bus stop and waited for her bus.
Came home, took a shower thinking my fat ass was done for the day right? Nah wrong! Roomie comes home and we end up going to the Village.
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Nigga when I mean I haven't seen so much ass in my life just walking around me. Pffftttt. Honestly before I would walk in the area and never really notice much of what was going on but o man did I understand shit a lot better now after indulging within my inner homo. Lol. Man it was crazy. We were drunk too because I took vodka sliced mangos and honey threw it in a bottle and shook it up. That shit was smooth.
So we took a nice walk enjoyed ourselves, met up with Swedon's ex and her homies, giggled, eyeballed some more ass and then head one home...well after
After I had to fucking walk 3 blocks looking for a fucking bathroom.
You would think in a gay community there would be a large amount of restaurants with bathrooms. Boy was I fucking wrong.
Meanwhile we came home after being smacked and that was about it.
But it was another awesomely warm day with me being surrounded by people who were good at heart and main interest was to have fun.
You can't go wrong with that.
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