bootleg-ass posers who dream of being real men.
this is going to be rushed, angry, and full of typos and vulgarities as HELL:
Dumbass just left here because he couldn't stand hearing the truth:
he is broke and i'm no gold-digger. but if it NEVER sits well with a man to take care of you and he has a damned excuse everytime that it comes to money and going out of his way to see you, then it just won't work. i don't wanna be that girl who always asks for cash and demands the most expensive life that the world can give her. if larry is as down-in-the-hole broke as he says that he is all of the time, then God bless him. i just hate not being able to eat when i want to and what i want to. it's fucking food! i just want some damned subway! i just want a little damned respect because i know my worth!
we went to the movies yesterday and i drive my poor mother's raged car way out of its way to his house wasting gas money. at the theatre, he claims that he didn't know that he was paying for my ticket. we went to waffle house, instead, and he didn't even want to pay for my meal! it was a three dollar waffle! this happens all of the time! larry expects to do nothing for me and to convert me into some dirty-looking hag with a head full of twists and a knit cap in jamaica's colors while he plays bass guitar and poses at the club with people who know where to draw the line at being a fucking hippie. i bet that they know how to treat their wives.
God, it makes me happy to look at him, but look what i am subjecting myself to! he is a bootleg-ass version of his brother-in-law. larry will never grow up and become a man. he has sorry ways that are 100 times worse than his not ever having any money.
today after my doctor visit, larry didn't call to see of my cyst was cancerous, or not. the fact is, people do what they want to do; the fact is that he didn't giveafuck. larry didn't call me all day and shows up at my house unexpected around bedtime. "what the hell is that good for? it's too late to go anywhere! you ain't got any money to treat me!" he just wanted to stare up in my face and make sure that i'm not sniffing up someone else's ass. his excuse was that he wasn't at home to call me and when he did have transportation he went to play basketball. FUCK THAT. so he wasn't at home and chose not to come by my house earlier! that's even worse! i'm going to stop being at home, too. he can call all he wants to, but i will be conveniently away. his sweaty chest isn't going to hypnotize me anymore! even love can only dazzle my eyes for so long!
fuck larry! fuck bootleg-ass posers who dream of being real men!
Dumbass just left here because he couldn't stand hearing the truth:
he is broke and i'm no gold-digger. but if it NEVER sits well with a man to take care of you and he has a damned excuse everytime that it comes to money and going out of his way to see you, then it just won't work. i don't wanna be that girl who always asks for cash and demands the most expensive life that the world can give her. if larry is as down-in-the-hole broke as he says that he is all of the time, then God bless him. i just hate not being able to eat when i want to and what i want to. it's fucking food! i just want some damned subway! i just want a little damned respect because i know my worth!
we went to the movies yesterday and i drive my poor mother's raged car way out of its way to his house wasting gas money. at the theatre, he claims that he didn't know that he was paying for my ticket. we went to waffle house, instead, and he didn't even want to pay for my meal! it was a three dollar waffle! this happens all of the time! larry expects to do nothing for me and to convert me into some dirty-looking hag with a head full of twists and a knit cap in jamaica's colors while he plays bass guitar and poses at the club with people who know where to draw the line at being a fucking hippie. i bet that they know how to treat their wives.
God, it makes me happy to look at him, but look what i am subjecting myself to! he is a bootleg-ass version of his brother-in-law. larry will never grow up and become a man. he has sorry ways that are 100 times worse than his not ever having any money.
today after my doctor visit, larry didn't call to see of my cyst was cancerous, or not. the fact is, people do what they want to do; the fact is that he didn't giveafuck. larry didn't call me all day and shows up at my house unexpected around bedtime. "what the hell is that good for? it's too late to go anywhere! you ain't got any money to treat me!" he just wanted to stare up in my face and make sure that i'm not sniffing up someone else's ass. his excuse was that he wasn't at home to call me and when he did have transportation he went to play basketball. FUCK THAT. so he wasn't at home and chose not to come by my house earlier! that's even worse! i'm going to stop being at home, too. he can call all he wants to, but i will be conveniently away. his sweaty chest isn't going to hypnotize me anymore! even love can only dazzle my eyes for so long!
fuck larry! fuck bootleg-ass posers who dream of being real men!
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