The Man Diet

Not one day goes by when I'm not thinking about, texting, talking about, talking to, trying to get with, creeping around with, Facebook stalking, Instagram lurking some man/men, who are not worth the time, effort, or gratuitous WiFi charges...

Can you imagine all of the shit that I could accomplish if I freed my mind from the constant barrage of MEN?!

1. I could actually work-out, thus achieving Kelly Rowland's Super Bowl legs, verily stunting on you heauxs.
2. I could finish watching the last season of Jersey Shore (I feel invested in seeing those herpes ridden children off into infamy and eventual Celebrity Rehab).
3. I could learn how to knit sweaters for my puppy, solidifying my future as the lonely dog lady.
4. I could finally learn 'Ye's verse on Niggas In Paris in entirety...bourgie girl, grab her hand, fuck that bitch she don't wanna dance...
5. I could finally learn to Harlem Shake since the Caucasian Persuasion has deemed it the "new" phenomenon...(Word to G Dep...)

You know, the important shit...

Maybe I should go on a man diet? Shit, I should go on a real diet. Summer is coming, and I think I wanna wear shorts...men like shorts...

That Shit Cray!!!