i think the b might be trying to put me on an undercover diet. whenever he goes grocery shopping he comes home without my requested junk items. why i oughta.... he says he doesn't want the junk in the house because he doesn't want to eat it. i was unaware anyone was forcing it down his throat. i'm having a hard time coaxing myself to bed without my ice cream. he bought a cantaloupe. i'm surprised i could even identify it as a cantaloupe, as it's been so long since someone has carried a fruit across the threshold of this joint. nothing but one measly twix to last me through a sabbath? ... oh no he didn't. implied pronunciation: dit-ten. in context: "i got pregnant by yo baby's daddy." "oh no you dit-ten." or... "step off", said Tyrone. "oh no you dit-ten!", exclaimed Shanequa.
goodnight.
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