Since nothing particularly noteworthy is going on in my real life, i'mna lodge some complaints about my fictional life.
Miss Kenya Moore - I don't usually condone violence, but your assbeating was way and far overdue.
Porsha - that wasn't even a legit beatdown, that girl popped right back up. If you gone lose your job over jumping on a bish, please give her what she came fuh.
Miss Olivia - Please stop treating your p_ _ _ y like a Staples Easy button and make some grown woman decisions. Clearly you don't have a problem with dudes who commit murder when they're called to so consider Jake, he's a nice boy.
Nene I see you reppin for the biggums on Dancing with the Stars, I love that but I need you to get off my tv because you can't dance. I'm not mad, I can't either but I ain't trying to not-dance on television.
Dear Mcdonalds drive through lady,
When I ask for extra ketchup and you tell me that one is in the bag, please understand and respect that I acknowledge that you've provided me with exactly one condiment pouch. Please also understand and respect that extra means more than the standard and if I am to explain that on one more occasion, you'll be forced to witness a colossal snap out about the amount of tomato sauce I am entitled to. mkay, thanks.
signed,
and those fries better be hot.