Regardless of what he may think, it’s all one world. And he’s 100% an asshole in it.

I’m your “girlfriend/sidechick/whatever” for nine years, as you flit back and forth between me and the mother of your six children, all while you fuck around with randoms on the side of my damn side! Bitch, I should fucking hope that I could release an album of myself mewing like a cat for 40mins, with full support…

But only 25% of the time.

If I were in Cassie’s shoes (haha no), I’d be releasing all sorts of experimental albums and really stretching my creative limits as much as I could musically. I mean, imagine the opportunity she has to be indulged by the CEO of a record label. I know it’s still his business and whatever.

Sean Combs can’t math.

Yeah, I can barely tolerate hearing his music or seeing him on tv.

Bless Cassie. She knows where her money comes from.

Fingerbanging his ego alone must take up a good 40% of your day.

People seem to forget the “Sarah Palin” effect: Republican men find her hot and “when she stares into the camera she want s to sleep with me.”

I mean, she’s really pigeonholing herself into only ever being able to be a talking mouth on FoxNews in the future, and she’s not very blonde so that’s not really even a viable back up career.

So, one of the things I learned while tripping on acid in college was that insecurity is part of the universal human condition.

I’m 31 now, and I remember having a conversation with a college friend when we were both 25. She was like, “do you remember being a kid and thinking that 25 was SO OLD, and that you would DEFINITELY have all your shit together by then? Like, 100% solid career track, white picket fence house, dog, husband, etc.”

As Anderson writes:

“You’re a prison” is such a good comeback.

Boyfriend does this, tampered down from his original line “How you doin’?” Which I quickly killed. I sent him this post this ensued.

Seems a little weird/creepy to me.

My favorite thing about being single is being able to do whatever the hell I want whenever the hell I want without having to check in with anyone, explain myself/my choices to anyone, or mesh my schedule with someone else’s. However, there are the occasions where I think, “Damn, am I glad no jealous nutjob is going to…

The “it’s just jealousy” part irks me.

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