Ok so I am writing this post while on fumes because I am afraid that if I try to write it after I wake up from the haze all the good stuff will be gone. I just had an amazing weekend in New York. Like slightly south of epic. I flew into New York for the Afropunk concert festival (more about that in 5 seconds) all by my lonesome. Now I will be going on and on about how dope it was for me to be flying by myself and doing the trip solo but to be honest I was supposed to be meeting my ex there, but she got sick. No not that ex… or that ex… but that one… Awww yeah her. We rekindled our friendship over an OKcupid mishap…
I wasn’t going to write about this here…. because I actually forgot until this moment. BUT what in the hell is in the drinking water? In the last two- three months I have two different exes contact me to tell me that “friends” of mine have tried to hook up with them on the lowdown sneaky sly. WHO DOES THAT??? Well obviously these broads do… I mean I know I date dope chicks and the dating pool is shallow nowadays but GET YOUR LIFE… NOT MINE.
Ok I’m back. Well yeah I was supposed to meet her in NY but she got sick the day before so I was like “F*ck it” I’m out! I am sooooo glad I did. Continue reading