living for the weekend like the o'jays

so. a whole bunch of stuff popped off this weekend.
all involving african men.
africans like me. for whatever reason. probably because i look like i'm from the motherland.
i used to have a problem with ghanians.
bleh.
friday...i don't even wanna talk about it. titi knows though. involving a diamo--guy from sierra leone.
saturday, the kenyan guy asked me for my number.
i still don't know how to pronounce his name.
and i'm scared to try.
i think he thinks i'm much older though...'cause he works for the department of defense, and was a lawyer in kenya...
and uh, i talked about getting a sugardaddy, but i didn't really mean it...though i don't mind being fed on occasion.
sunday, this nigerian guy i've known for like...two years? who seems to be infatuated with me, who downloaded my pictures to his phone (should i be concerned?), called me from NIIIIIIIGERIA.
hold on.
y'all don't understand.
I AIN'T GOT NO INTERNATIONAL MINUTESSS!
and he's cool and all but uh!
i ain't got no money neither, to feed into yo obsession!
but anyway.
other stuff happened.
i just can't remember (at all, what am i doing, what am i doing...oh yeah, that's right, i'm doing meee) what it was.
besides finding a bomb antonio melani dress and matching taupe heels on sunday that i'm finna rock oh yesss.
anyway. yeah.