So, what it BE!!?!
I'm just here listening to some beats, and waiting for my girls to get ready so we can go KARAOKE-ing. I am really tired and hungry.

I have nothing important to say, once again. Im going to buy some coconut (or almond) oil today, at the grocer, before we head on our way. Today was BLASTED HOT. I was dying in my grey skinnies and thick hair.. MY LAWD.

You know what's childish?
Boasting. I hate boasters. People who like to emphasise on how much of something they have, I mean.. there knowing your goods and your bads, but then there showig off to people how much of this you have... its almost like the Boaster is trying to tell THEMSELVES how great they are, instead of directing it to the person. They are indirectly trying to nurse thier self-esteem.

Well, I used to think my self-esteem was ON POINT. I know my flaws, however nowadays I can't really seem to completely hold grasp of my greats. You know? But I guess everyone feelslike that at times. I guess I should give this Boaster the benefit of the doubt, I mean they are usually SO quiet about thier features. I seldomly ever wear make-up, I don 't wear padded bras, and I feel just fine.
So maybe I should lay off this one. And give the Boaster thier shine, and glory. You know?

Maybe its my turn to feel "jealous"or something.... I don't know. I'm not jealous.... I just thought what the Boaster said was a bit unnessacary. I mean, it had nothing to do with the conversation. See, I don't boast, I just be silent... and if someone compliments I say thanks, or change the subject.

No one hates compliments, I know I don't.

All, I'm saying is... threres no need to randomly talk about how many Chickens you have during a conversation about Civil Rights or something.
It bothered me.

Next: My ex-boyfriend called to tell me about some white girl who asked him out to the movies... here's how that conversation went:

A. Grant: So this girl Victoria was like "My friend wants to take you out to the movies..."
Me: So.... are you going to go?
No...
Why?
Cause.
Well, cause why?
I don't know... I don't want to.
Why?
Too much money.
Uh, you work 16.50 an hour. Im sure you can spare 6 dollars.
Yeah well.. i dont want to.
Okay, whats the real reason?
...
......hm..
Ok. She's too hot. Im going to be looking at her breasts all day, and wanting to do stuff, and I dont want it to be that way.

Oh. Okay... right.

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So that conversations over...

Next day(last night):
Hello?
Hey! Wa pop?
Uh, nothing... Im EXTRA shocked about the MJ thing, did you hear?
Yeah.
----blah blah blah, MJ, MJ, MJ----
So...
So.
Were you thinking about me?
Yeah actually.
What about?
Well, i was wondering if - (he cuts me off)
If I went out with that white chick to the movies right?
....what? No. I didn't even remember that actually. I wasn't even thinking about it.
Sure.
I'm serious. You just reminded me. Why do you even think I would ask that?
Cause, that's what ex-girls do.
Well, I already knew you wouldn't go.
How would you know?
Cause, I just do.
Hm...
But I guess I'll ask anyways... did you go to the movies with her?
No.
Did you chill with her at all?
No.
Why not?
Didn't want to...
Hmm. why?