working and focusing on keeping her mind (and heart this time-I’m sure), into the game rather than some charming, successful, handsome, waffle-colored dude’s games and doesn’t want the Thank Me Later, rapper distracting her from her next feat (while on route to breaking a record that hasn’t been broken since 1998).
Due to her win in Cincinnati, it’s onward and upward to the Flushing Meadows match that’s set to begin next Monday.
So ladies, just chop all that Drake whining and dining up as a little down time and whoral moral support from an old friend and chum.
Carry on.
You’re welcome.
Spitfire .
Media Maestro .
Writing Rhinoceros .
