Mom says that there's no one worse than bitches, and I kinda figured out she was true.
I was just scrolling through my Twitter when my phone vibrated and I saw a Kik notification. I mean, OMFG!!! SOMEONE ACTUALLY TEXTED ME FIRST!! LIKE, GOD BLESS ME, I FINALLY TURNED HOT!!!
In all that excitement and feeling sexy, I got outta my bed (auspicious event) and started combing my hair and painting my nails like some freaking diva shit. The reason I did so was to seem as if I were waaaay too busy with attending a 'muster' of calls and texts & my hours of talking to the press about my 'secret to hotness'.
After all of this shit, I went up to my bed , took my phone and opened Kik. After seconds of practicing some random British accent to look like a freaking queen, I opened the text message. I just really couldn't believe my freaking eyes!!
Like, wow, someone actually took the pains of texting me, so I texted back a "Hi". And the bitch sent me a "Hi, what's up. Could you check my website....". I mean, wth! So I replied back saying that I don't give a damn and she was like, "Hi, what's up. Could you check my website....". I mean, THE HELL! I felt my heart sink, like, seriously sink as though it was glued to an anchor in the ocean.
That was probably the worst moment of my Kik life. :( But now that's made me fuck strooong (don't ask me to compete with Mayweather). Its taught me one lesson, one of the greatest lessons ever.. That I'm like, the last of the last of the last person anyone would ever wanna text. Like, seriously, I'm waaayyy behind fuckboys. Like, totally behind. People would be like, "Gee, shall I seriously text her?.. Nah, so not hot, so not popular, so not rich, so dorky". I mean, I don't give a fuckk bitches (as long as I've got my bffs behind ma back), I don't caaareee!!
