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i rlly needed to go to the bank to get cash out and wanted to go right now real quick but realized imma woman and that wouldn’t be my smartest decision at 4am all by my lonesome.
i considered waking my sister up to go with it but i couldn’t picture how mad she would be so i figured it best to let her sleep
and it’s to pay a bill y’all. no recreationals. i just haven’t left my parents house since midday tuesday and the world might stop tomorrow so i was trying to be at home watching meredith grey on the screen.
i’m trying to decide if i’ll put my pride aside and be a day “late”
there are many times in my life where i just list the reasons of how much easier a man has it than a woman. we can add this to the list.
with the whole “why am i up conversation”
with the whole “what cHu eVEn taLkinG bOut?”
with the whole “what cHu eVEn taLkinG bOut?”
but BABY, don’t get me started. God wanted to be a woman. i haven’t discovered why yet but he did so i’m just gone have a seat on this stage but leave the cash in the mailbox please. one fitty. and a snack. non-chocolate like.
shit. i’m asking for too much. okay. night.
btw. my neighbors have roosters or mightier chickens and they just said “gud mornin” . like they “cah cah’d” or however one would spell it so i’m like right on time. i just don’t know animals that well. excuse my ignorance.
normally, i rely on google to fact check but i juuuuuuusssst didn’t feel like closing this app, opening that app, googling, closing that app, opening this one back up. you just read it. imagine doing it.
i must save my energy for the drive to the bank as well as my local target when i stop procrastinating because it will be inevitable eventually. i have until the end of the month to conquer this grocery list.
shit. imma woman. it’s 4am. my lover don’t exist. procrastination still gets the job done. i think i just felt a grey hair come alive. i gotta go. this thread is just pointless ridiculousness. don’t waste your time.
it’s like 20 minutes you can’t get back. go pick up a book or something. that’s what my grandma would say or what i would imagine she would say. i’m not sure. i wasn’t this carefree when either of them were here.
shit. still rambling and cursing. and i need a job. well another job that comes with like benefits because paying for the doctor out of pocket is detrimental to my savings and my heart. it stings. ya know. pray for me. and the job. and my momma bcuz “y u gotta curse cealise?”
if this ever blows up, whether that be tomorrow or within the next ten years, i’m just shouting out my gofundme account which i don’t know how to link at the moment but i’ll figure it out and come back here. i think i have time.
y’all! feel free to prove me wrong.
okay. maybe this is why God made me a woman. life would be harder if he made me this damn great and a man. People would love me but it might take a while. as a woman, i’m like “cute” that’s my most common compliment from guys.
that’s probs why im still single. that amongst like 2.75948 billion other reasons but let us not. i might scare off my husband.
