Girl, I can tell you been cryin' and you need somebody to talk to...

Sorry, J, but if it comes down to a battle over who gets which friends, I'm gonna have to side with my girl, B.
And it's not because she's a girl and I tend to side with the girls in these situations by default.
And it's not because she is the child referred to in the name of the supergroup, Destiny's Child.
And it's not because she's Foxy Cleopatra and she's a whole lotta woman.
And it's not because she's Beyonce Knowles and I nearly shit myself when I got to see her perform live last year on the Destiny's Child Farewell Tour...
Oh wait. Maybe it is.
In any case, girl, come on over. We can watch episodes of Sex and the City. I'll cook us up a monster batch of pasta and we'll do mani's, pedi's and facials.
And in the morning, if you're feeling guilty, we can just run off those carbs.
Aight?
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