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Dear what do the lonely do for Christmas?

Soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo ................................. MEM you are a grumpy, sad , pouting MESS! Standing there with your Starbucks coffee,with your tailored suit on ... .GET YOUR SHIT TOGETHER!! I don't know what else to do. Like ............ ok, you got stood up, it sucks, let's move on. I know your thinking, how did I "MEM, Exec. blah blah, meh, meh, meh" get stood up. Shit happens. Sidebar : I literally have on all black, with a sweater jacket, with my glasses on. I really tapped into my un-creditable counselor today. This is really becoming a career for me.

So, we have no one to bring to the holiday dinners this year. Let's keep it that way. Stop trying to find someone to show off. At this point, I just want to call your family and have a come to Jesus meeting. Like jump into the ocean, locate Nemo, tell Dory I said hello, go find the Lil Mermaid and ask the hoe to get some legs and be with you. Like I don't know what else I can do to help you get over this funk. I am laughing because you didn't even like her that much at first. How about we just not date/try to date/Skype/Ovoo/Facetime/Google Hangout/send a bird/send a sing-a-gram/FB Inbox/notes in church ...... let's just NOT with the opposite sex. Just be alone for a moment. Netflix's it up!  Go buy up a store and donate it all the a charity, hell I can be your charity ... I wear a m/l in shirts, Large in dresses, size 7.5 in shoes .. oh oh my hunny's sister's baby will be here by then, buy it and I can say it's from me. Like ... I'm here to help you. If push comes to shove .. I have a gorgeous family member in law, who's in Law School , that you can take for the holiday meals. I will have to tax you because shawty i'on know you like that ..... Like my uncle told me once that I'm going to remix for you .... Put them salty tears in a bucket, tightin' those Prada straps and say F IT!

xoxoxoxo
Girl Sisco Made That Song about 



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