Am I Tired? Yep of you.

Ok, so it seems like this topic has been on everyone's mind.

To the men: Double standards are not what's up. "Yes, I like you and your homegirl, just trying to decide which one I like more." That's not cool. Don't do that - you're asking for that emotional charge that you all try to avoid. Especially if it ain't the right time of the month. Stop leading us on, then get mad when you don't get what you want. More than likely, me and homegirl have probably discussed you at some point and time. Heck, we might have put out an APB on you until we find somebody that we really want. I must admit, that I have passed a man in my past - but that was justified. And even if it wasn't, I didn't want the hassle anymore. And we talked about it, figured it was the best course to go, then deuces. (I still love my homegirl for that, thanks)!

To the women: Stop getting mad when your man doing wrong, seriously. He was being stupid before y'all made it official. It doesn't just stop at the "I wanna be with you" speech. Come on. Yes, I know exactly what you feel, however, nothing is ever that good. EVER. And even if it was, there is always somebody better. You don't have to settle for the "okay" because you're too impatient to wait for the best. And if he sets you up for the okie-doke, dang homie, sorry about that. That's why you should always have a back-up. If you can't beat them, join them.

So yeah, I'm trying to get over my vindictive ways... I confess, I am the reason that Brad and Jen started having problems. Angelina came later. But Brad was teasing me, and you just can't do that on television. I wanted Will Smith, but Jada threatened to stab me, and I know she used to get down with Pac before I did (R.I.P. you fine hunk of chocolate mass, the only guy who rocked a nose ring with heart), so I know how crazy she just might be. But we cool though.

Let's forget the triflin' everybody. Let's focus on the significant - like how many bars of gourmet chocolate I received in a month. Yeah, that'll do it. Feed me! How many doors did he open, and how did he make me feel when he held me just to be close to me? Dang, I forget sometimes, because I get them confused. But nevertheless, it happened. Why settle for a boy in a grown man's body when I can have a grown man. Thank God for grown men with jobs, cars, and height. Thank goodness for one night stands, test drive and don't have to buy.

Alright, alright, I kid, I kid. Sue me. Just don't shoot me, because I might come back to haunt you. But seriously, the whole courting/proper relationship thing is dead in college. The few who find it are lucky, but they usually have more problems. This is why I am not settling down (settling down, not not dating and enjoying myself) until I'm 27, or at least until I have 2 cats, so that I can be a cat lady.

So in the end, it's better to not have loved than to have loved and get sh!tted on.

'Tis All.