I've just been in a bad mood lately. Maybe the recession has gotten to me. I don't know. Up until last week I hadn't had sex since Solange's CD came out, and I thought that if I had sex it would help take the edge off. And I did have sex last week. Twice. I'm not saying both times were with the same person. I'm just saying...don't judge me. It was ok. On the sex scale I give them both a 6.
1 = Get the hell off me.
2 = I guess you think that was sex...
3 = That wasn't sexy that was just nasty.
4 = Well, at least I was drunk...
5 = Don't call me, I'll call you.
6 = I might answer your text message within 48 hours.
7 = I will answer your phone call within the first 4 rings.
8 = I want to make you some grits
9 = I want to make you some pancakes
10 = You can have my debit card and PIN Number
It was ok, and I played safe (remember kids if he likes it then he will put a condom on it,) and although my neck and my back were into it, my heart wasn't in it. :(
What does this have to do with Beyonce?
Not a damn thing. Can't I just share my life with you? Why is it always about you? You selfish mofos...
Beyonce can't relate to my problem.
Beyonce sleeps under a man, on top of an expensive mattress full of money. So she wouldn't understand... that stankin' trick (and I say that with love and affection.)
As I get myself together please enjoy this YouTube fuckery: