Maybe my papa was right (about cussing)

So I’m sitting here with Seth in our usual spot in the café and for last half an hour we’ve been eavesdropping on some bitches who complained about life, talked about periods/birth control and said the words “f*ck/f*cking” at least 97 times between the two of them.

I’m not one to be too judgmental but it got me thinking, do I do that? I mean, no I don’t, but those conversations are weird and kind of inappropriate and they were making it a point to make sure we could hear them.

Seth’s a good looking guy and the blonde made sure to talk about how active her sex life is (congratulations), how she’s on bc (all the better to have sex with), and that she works out all the time by having the endurance to run (so she can keep having sex). Awesome. Then they kept glancing at us. It was funny.

Dear women sitting here,
Thanks for entertaining me (: I’m sorry life sucks and good job working out. Also, blondie, good luck with the job hunt!