Yo gurl, THANK GOD.

I’m going to take a brief moment to relate a recent story, one which I’m sure many a trusty wingwoman can secretly admit and relate:

This is basically how I, one of the most giving homegirls there is, felt one random Wednesday night with homegirl: THANK GOD I GOT THE CUTE ONE THIS TIME.

ain’t no shame, gurl. it’s rough sometimes. there are just nights when you need to meet some bros and the last thing you need to worry about is helping homegirl out when you yourself are feeling all sorts of shit. it’s not even about fairness. not at all. it’s not about your turn. it’s about being relieved that, without even trying, for one night in a very long time, you got the better one and you allowed yourself to take it.

“doing good” for others (homegirl) is just as important as doing good for yourself. ain’t no shame in that.

p.s. too bad the muthafuka turned out to be a dick. ah well. c’est la vie. ON TO THE NEXT. ;)