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Jen-i-us…

Apparently someone who reads this has been feeling a  little neglected lately and instead of just clearing the air with me they decided to “descriptively” express their displeasure with me as opposed to just coming out and saying it too my face…I wonder how that worked out in hindsight…

So for you:

Oh I get it…you thought that all my thoughts and words were supposed to be about you(so much for creativity)...well Damn I’m so sorry Sherlock, but ooops apparently you must’ve missed a few clues…See like it says on the top of the page…sometimes I just like to take a journey, maybe I should add a tag line that says: Thoughts & Subject MAY NOT ALWAYS SUIT YOU. Ah maybe I knew I should’ve put in a *disclaimer*, you know something like >look here for clue< maybe then you would’ve realized that I REALLY am no fool, I guess that doesn’t move you closer to the head of the line…perhaps maybe it does in fact move you a few steps back and DAMN now you’ve gotta go ALL the way back and get another number !shit! now isn’t THAT sad…

’Cause just like playing poker- your hand just got busted, maybe you should’ve folded…FUCK and I swear I told you about staring too long at the flop when it’s the river that’ll bust your ass. Hmm, was that descriptive enough or should I also send you a nudge on Twitter to let you know that YOU CAN KISS MY ASS. Well I guess that’s that, really think I said what I needed to and I suppose what you wanted to hear…and I guess since that’s it I’m done,I Suppose the only thing left to do now is pull this car over and  SLAM this gear in PARK with MY SEXY BLACK ASS.

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