choosy.

i reserve the right to be picky.

yeah. i do. in food, in clothing, in friends, in interests, in men. i fully reserve the right to like one type of one category more than another type of the same category and to not be satisfied until i get the one i want/need/like. now, that's not to say that if times are hard economically, that i won't settle for something i can afford... but if i have the resources at my disposal, i'm going to get what i want. which is why i'm really sitting back this time around. this dude Ronald is talking to me, but i'm really not feeling his lifestyle. he smokes weed, drinks to get drunk, doesn't have any firm beliefs, just a little too cocky for my tastes... so idk. he's weird, though, so i'm pretty sure he's doing the same thing i'm doing -- talking to someone of the opposite sex completely for fun. flirting IS a pastime, y'know...

ronald: Hey love
ronald: Missed ya
ronald: Im b waintin to c u on here lol

yeah, aiight. i believe no words, homeboy. i really don't.

i really want more than anything to go home. you have NO idea. i've had the hardest wave of homesickness ever this year because i realized that there is no one who loves me more, who i can trust more, who i can turn to more than my family. listen to my corny ass. i want my daddy :(

i did nothing today. talked to renzy for a while, washed and flat-ironed my hair, read a little...


yeah. i'mma go read.

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"and you BETTER be smiling when you wake up in the morning, BITCH!"
drey, ftw!


peace & much love to ya.