Hot Tea

Last night I found out that my best friends are nothing but fake ass bitches. It's sad when you are always there to help them with any favors, but they can't return one simple favor. I guess you do begin to see who your real friends are in college. Also why in the fuck, do you say to hang out if you are going be sleeping with the gay guy! Did you not forget, he only gets hard with men not women, so get the fuck over it. On a brighter note, my friend invited me to his party and I ended up getting drunk. Let's just say it's not a walk of same if you look so damn good in the morning. 

You fell in love with a slut. Now that he does not want you, you think it's okay to be blogging on how much you miss him and want him back. Really? Last time I remembered we were in college. Don't you think it time to move on? You only dated for a couple of days! Honey, it's not called "dating." It's called a booty call. Sometimes I just want to yell at you and explain how pathetic you are crying over this child, but the more I see you cry about him, the more I entertain myself. It's a little bit pleasing to know that you only down graded. Sucks to suck. Have fun with your life. I'll be sitting on my pool chair watching you struggle. <3