A Few Good Bras

Man, I need some bras :(

It's funny that I will buy the cutest little outfits, but will totally disregard the fact that I don't have a decent bra in my drawer. It's rather quite sad y'all. I need some support - literally. Could somebody run down to Victoria Secrets and pick me up three second skin satin seamless bras? I don't care what color they are, juat as long as they're black, nude, and chocolate. I'm a size 40D. Thank you!

*Muah* I luv ya!

Moving on to more pressing items.

I need a hobby. I need something to do to take my mind off of Dill. My friend and I took him to Dave and Buster's on Friday for his birthday. I tell you, even though we're all supposed to be friends, I could've swore that I felt like the third training wheel in the damn car. I sat in the backseat, so Dill and my friend were in the front seat just chatting it up and stuff. Now, Dill and my friend see and talk to each other more than they do to me, even though it was me who introduced them to each other. Anyway, so I spent a majority of the time in the backseat sounding like a damn owl, saying "who?" "what?" It was terribly sad. I felt like the nerdy ass girl that nobody wanted to let sit with them at the lunch table. Then to top it off, this heffa gave Dill a birthday present, but didn't give me shit for mine. Ain't that a bitch? We're supposed to be best friends and shit. I mean she loves throwing that shit in my face, but you got somebody that you've know considerably less longer a birthday gift? Should I be mad? What do you think?

So while y'all ponder that question, I'm trying really hard to accept the fact that Dill and I will never be more than friends. I just don't honestly think that I can anymore. I called him on Sunday to wish him happy birthday and he told me about some girl that he met Saturday night and how he might be "off the market" because he's really feeling her. I told him that I was happy for him, but deep down inside, I don't give a damn. I don't want to hear about some other broad. I'd rather be shoving your hands down my pants. I've just decided that maybe I shouldn't be friends with him anymore. My feelings can't change. I've tried to see him as just a friend, but I can't anymore, I don't think it's possible. I will always get insanely jealous when he talks about some other girl or dates some other girl and I don't think it's fair to him to want to be friends with someone who wants to beat the hell out of every broad that comes into his life.

There. I'm going wean myself of Dill.

I'm not going to call him anymore or send him any emails. It's over. Finito.

I miss him already.