In my opinion, just as everyone is born to find their perfect match, there exists an alternate fuck-up. This is the yang to your perfect yin.
Let's call her A.
Her name is A.
and I hate her.
One thing I hate about miss A is the fact that she can't seem to keep her dam phone silent for a minute. I see her with no friends, none whatsoever. Yet she manages to have all these conversations that no one will ever give a rat's ass about. Who are you talking to friendless woman?
You're also a user. You ask to be brought to school. You ask for favors and because you are a woman, you are excused from paying back.
What the hell?
Okay, okay. I got busted by her. This is me justifying my loss. Just let me recoup guys.
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