30th
For Fuck’s Sake
Dearest nudawn,
A certain Madonna fan, who shall remain nameless, would like to say thank you for including him in your cute little montage last night. Personally I see through your little charade to gain followers but that is neither here nor there.
This is getting ridiculous Tumblrs. I mean some of you who email me are “big shots” around these here parts. You don’t even follow the “real me” motherfuckers!! Listen, if you feel the need to write love notes to the chic just blog about it. Is it somehow not “cool”? I got a lil’ secret for you: TUMBLR AIN’T COOL. It’s a whole lot of, “Obama is my bro”, pics of cat lovers, and crazy fuckin’ chics who fly all the way across the country to have sex with a dude who lives in Queens. Anyway, I am not nudawn’s spokesperson. I am not even her drinking buddy. Yet.
Leave me alone Internet movers & shakers. Nudawn you owe me a bottle of MD 20/20 for the hassle. Red Grape Wine flavor please.
P.S. I am not really mad. It’s like back in high school when I was a sophomore and the “new hot girl” moved in next door to me. Every dude who wanted a piece felt they had to come through me because she gave me a ride every morning in her Cabriolet. I’ll stop now because I am beginning to sound like Fek, that Prince lovin’ fruit, & we all know he makes no sense.
