This weekend, I went to a friend of mine’s birthday shindig. It was at my former job at The Shack. What’s an event without a certain level of drama? Lol. When I worked at the Shack, I used to always talk to this girl. We’ll call her “T.” We were kind of close. She would try to give me advice, and get mad when I chose not to take it. (I never asked for the advice). Anyway, we kinda fell off towards the last few months of me working there. Anyway, when I walked in on Saturday, I said a little “hi,” and kept it pushing. She murmured something and gave me this dirty look. Who cares? I wasn’t there for her. The entire night, I said nothing to her. I had my drinks and hung out with other partygoers while she was elsewhere in the bar.
At around 11pm, I was tipsy and was heading out. I didn’t have a designated driver and I had to go to Long Beach. As I was making my rounds of goodbyes, she tells me, “Oh, when Phoenix comes, she acts all brand new.” Words were exchanged. I finished my goodbyes and went about my merry little way.

I’m not “brand new” because you look old and raggedy. I'm brand new because I've moved on to bigger better things in my life. So if you want to call it “fake,” “brand new” or “bougie,” well, bitch, I might be.
♥P.
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