Call On Me
So Mr.OZ has a new boyfriend.
Knowing me, Mr.Matty Beautiful,
Everyone is rushing up to me,
trying to be the first one to get a direct quote.
It's funny, because as cynical as I am,
I really don't care.
Hahaha, i know the immidiate response from all of my readers is,
OH Well, he's just fronting a strong fascade,
He's absolutely torn up on the inside.
However, in actuality, i REALLY don't care.
I don't read his blog posts about how happy he is with his shiny new toy,
or the ones about how he can FINALLY sleep at night.
To put it in perspective, though,
I don't read ANY of my friend's blogs that say sappy shit like that,
because i don't want to be made to feel
like i have to find a man to be happy.
Because i don't.
My man's name is Kate.
And whenever i'm down, she numbs that shit faster than i can say G-Unit.
However it's been nice,
Because she hasn't really played a part in my life lately.
It's funny, because while everyone is congratulating him for his new found addiction,
Everyone is worried about how i'm going to deal with not having one;
an addiction, that is.
All i know is that tomorrow is a new day.
Tomorrow,
I'm going to wake up in my new Downtown Loft,
Light up a cigarette,
and walk down the road leading to my future.
And I'm leavign addicts in my past.
Matty B.
