when i was 17 i was not mature at all because i decided to walk home when i lived about 15 minutes driving distance,yes i know and whats worse is i had to walk thru the ghetto,and this fat 40 year man pulls over and asked me how much ill charge him for a bj. ok bj??? what the heck is that i was thinking to myself,ofcourse i knew it couldnt be anything good because why was he gonna pay me? the weird part is,i was dressed like a lady,i worked for a book store come on! i could have gone to church in what i was wearing,he bugged me and kept asking me and i finally yelled to get lost because he didnt know who my dad was and he just smiled,sick pig! i was so mad at my mom because she's the one that forgot me in the first place.
at 12:35 AM on Sep. 7, 2009