I'LL GIVE YOU CANDY, GIVE YOU DIAMONDS, GIVE YOU PILLS

I'll give you anything you want, hundred dollar bills

I'm hella ambitious. To the point almost of distraction, where nothing else matters as long as I'm getting further. This is surely a flaw, but I don't care to fix it at the moment. Instead I'm working on doing more sit ups every day and eating my vegetables.

A woman needs to have priorities. "Perfect" can't really be one of them.

But that doesn't keep me from trying. I'm all about blowing everyone's mind.

And I'm getting the same ambitious vibe from homeboy. My date, or whatever. He's sitting next to me at this shitty bar where everything is covered in dust. I invited him here because it's safe and no one knows either of us. And that's requisite for hanging out with dudes I don't know well. Neutral territory. Some shit we can both write off if we have to, pretend we never hung out there.

And anyway, it doesn't matter where we are cause I'm busy falling into this joker's crystal blues and mostly just listening. He's all swagger and balling, and that's just the way I like them. So he talks and talks and I nod and nod, picturing all of this freaky stuff I want to do with him. Thinking I could spend like an hour counting the freckles on his right arm.

The ambition, the crystal blues, that gangster vibe. All of it puts me in a bit of a trance, really.

Then he does this move I haven't seen in years. Some drunk kids are a few feet away from us mugging it up for the cameras. They switch positions you know, so we're all of a sudden the background of the last picture they take, in their picture whether we want to be or not. Slick as anything, I notice homeboy put his hand up to his face right before the flash goes off like. No pictures, please. Super casual so you wouldn't know what he was doing unless you're savvy to that kind of shit.

I am. I fell instantly in love.

And I haven't fell out since, which is a little absurd if you want to know the truth.

But I told you. Ambitious. To the point of distraction. About everything, I guess.

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Tonight I'm drinking margaritas at Chevy's, then going home to work out like a good girl.

Friday night there's a Junior High Dance Party and everyone knows I need only the smallest excuse to bust out a side ponytail and minidress, so it's finna be on.

Saturday night I'm working the door at Booty Bassment. Holler at me if you want insies. XOXOXOXOXOXOXO.