Niggaz seeing pink hearts yellow moons orange stars and green clovers

Last night I got a phone call from a friend that I hadn't spoken with in months. I told her happily about scoring an amazing apartment with Boyfriend (it's even attached to a frat house!), kicking ass in the biz, and moderately liking my job. It was a verbal diarrhea of hearts, stars, and rainbows.

In turn she told me that her business is failing and her nine-year relationship just ended. Badly.

From now on, I'm going to make her do all the talking first.