Just a little.
Ohhhh boy.... it's about that time. A sistah is itching to throw the F-me pumps and the freakum dress on (Or the sexy black pants). The weather is getting nice. Reallll nice! (Bernie Mac style). I'm supposed to be doing math hw, but I'm sitting here listening to my crunk playlist, thinking about the nice walk to school. I have my headphones turned up and all I'm thinking about is reclining in a nice leather seat of something that goes 0-60 in less than 4 seconds. Fast days, baby. Ohhhh... I'm getting that itch! The nice weather makes me want to do fun and reckless things. It won't be long before I won't be able to contain my restlessness. What is it about me? Pleasure seeker. I'm damn near tithering on the edge. Shit.I had a chat with Derwin yesterday. I'm supposed to stop by his job since it's near my school and have lunch. I will never date him again but we had great times. He was right when I nearly threw the drink in his face two years ago. Our adventures together in the city were fun. I don't blame him for not wanting to give up the young twenty something who lived on the edge. Shit, I dont want to give her up either. Thinking back to him and Trey Wiggs makes me reminscent of the fast and carefree days. Good times. I've already set this bitch in motion. Come Friday, 61 degrees, we're all hitting the city and popping a bottle. I've agreed to sacrafice sleep for Sat. classes. I do it all the time anyway. I'm about to make this a celebration! Welcome back spring! Just wait until summer. FIERCE and nothing less. I'm gonna out do myself. Where the hell are my pumps?! A sistah is read-to-go! .
(Hype music makes my mouth loose)
BUY YOU A DRANK
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