Kimberly ❤️
Wild, wild, wild
Wild, wild, wild thoughts
Wild, wild, wild
When I'm with you, all I get is wild thoughts
Wild, wild, wild
When I'm with you, all I get is wild thoughts
The club was bumping this Friday night/Saturday morning. Me and Monica danced as Bryson Tiller's part came up. We sang the lyrics to one another, while also downing some Shirley Temple's. It's safe to say I was currently living it up in Miami with my best friend.
Yes, we got away from the guys for a couple days. No, we're not worried about a thing. Although I should be. But the kids aren't with them, they're with Dawn and Heather, who volunteered to babysit while we were gone.
Sadly we'll be headed back to Dallas Sunday evening.
Mama gets no breaks.
We've gone to at least 3 clubs in the last 4-5 hours, and all of them were lit. If there's one place you wanna go to get away, make it Miami. Our next trip will be Vegas though. I am dying to get batshit drunk and not remember a damn thing. Gamble all my money away and act like nothing ever happened.
I don't know why I'm like this 🤦♀️.
I recorded Monica twerking to Twerk by City Girls ft. Cardi B.
"Ayyyyeee!!! Get it bitch!!!!" I exclaim, motioning my hand up and down by her booty.
I ended the video shortly after, continuing to cheer her on as she twerked. After she was done, I did too.
"Okay Kim! I see you!" She said.
Soon after, the DJ switched the song to Act Up.
Real ass bitch, give a fuck 'bout a nigga
Big Birkin bag, hold five, six figures
Stripes on my ass so he call this pussy Tigger
Fuckin' on a scammin' ass, rich ass nigga
Same group of bitches, ain't no adding to the picture
Drop a couple racks, watch this ass get bigger
Drinkin' on liquor, and I'm lookin' at your nigga
If his money right, he can eat it like a Snicker
I ain't got time for you fake ass hoes
Talkin' all loud in them fake ass clothes
Fake ass shoes match their fake ass gold
I'm the realest bitch ever to you snake ass hoes
Monica and I sang along to the lyrics, probably feeling it a bit too much.
It's gotta be the drink.
It was about 4 in the morning when we were finally making our way into our hotel room. I laughed out loud as I collapsed onto my bed. Monica did the same for hers.
"Ugh! I don't wanna leave." She exclaimed.
"Girl, tell me about it." I say.
"I swear, if I wasn't married with kids, my ass would be on the run." She said.
I grin. I look over at her as she sits up on her elbow, looking at me.
"So how are you and Dak? Everything pitchy patchy?" She said.
I shrug. She furrows her eyebrows.
"I mean, we're still a work in progress. I don't know...it's kinda hard to explain." I say.
"Well...explain it later when we're sober." She said.
I laugh as she lays back into her pillow. We didn't even bother changing out of our clothes, we just passed out.
Man I missed days like these.
*****
I woke up to the sun beaming straight into my eyes. I hiss, covering my face with a pillow. I could almost feel a headache coming on, and I wasn't ready for it at all.
