1
Sippin fourties and going to horribly humid bad punk shows must be the bane of my existence. Why can't we all just be friends? Bring a boy to another boy's invitation and hold my breath for the tension. Passive aggressiveness must be one heck of a disease.
2
Summer time heat forces me to do my duties in the sun in tank tops and lace brassieres. Boy number one gets caught staring at my cleavage. Boy number two catches boy number one and the immature passive aggressiveness begins all over again.
3
Step out of my car in jeans and a tank top. Childhood friends whisper to themselves, damn, when did she get those?
4
Sippin coronas across the street. I friendzone myself. These girls cant hold a conversation without grabbing someone's dick. I drink to that. My friends like girls that are racy and kinda dumb. All over the place. I wear a bra to prevent that.
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