Sometimes I wish people would come with a warning label. I'm a no good ass Dogg. I'm a backstabbing hoe that wants your man. I'm a stalker. You know. Some kind of label. So I can run the other way. But this is life and we have to invest time in each other. Even if that person turns out to be an ol'scallywag, trifling, son of a... Let me stop. Almost had a flashback. But you get the point. Warning Labels would save us from divorce, heart break, no good baby daddy's/baby mama's and future Maury Shows.
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