no bucket-heads allowed

smh. hi honies. happy thursday to you. i’m supposed to be in miami right now but ——–bLooooooop. not happening.

in other news: last night i hung out with one of my dearest [ride or die] guy friends that i’ve known since i was in 12th grade.

we were never romantically linked in ANY way… just music, business, and life goals in common.

ok so his ‘girlfriend’ [who probably reads my blog- *waves with a fake smile*] has MAJOR self-esteem issues and the little girl had the audacity to call my phone at 12 something on some rah-rah shit.

IMAGINE??????

yes, honies. the heffa CALLED me.

now, she already had my number in ‘her’ phone [cuz the phone is actually HIS that he gave to her] so that wasn’t the issue and honestly i just thought she was calling him back cuz he had already called her to tell her he was gonna be on his way shortly [from MY phone].

anywho- the chile called me talking about “… i hope you’re not doing anything with my boyfriend cuz if i find out……” -that was all i needed to hear chile.

i very politely hung up on her mid-sentence and shook my head as i chuckled to myself.

right after i very sweetly told her that she had the wrong number cuz “i’m too bougie to talk to people like you”

serious bucket-head-status.

i swear. are people still acting like this??? u have to forgive me, i’ve been in my high-siddity bubble since i graduated from college so i had no CLUE.

keep that shit over yonder. bitchboobye