that's the theme for K's party. let it be known my size 12 ass will not be wearing a pin-up girl outfit. i'm here relaxing before i go. i sure hope her ex's current don't come up there trying to start no shit. i really don't feel like having to fight. and i know if anything pops off and anyone tries to attack her, i will have to help protect my friend..5 inch Steve Madden heels, BCBG dress and all.
i pray nothing happens. because my big toe been hurting something fierce since i came back from h-town. i'm scared it may be sprained, but its just gonna have to stay that way, because i still don't have any insurance. i figure if i dance hard enough it will snap back into place. wish me luck ya'll. :)
This guy...
Geezy (the ex) called me on Christmas. Because I'm in a stankyho type mood, I called him back yesterday. Right after I thank him for calling me for Christmas we get into it. He can be a real bitchass when he wants to be and its not attractive.
Him: I've been calling you for the weeks now and you don't answer! It's like you don't want to work it out.(Yeah, cause we broke up, ya big dummy!)
Me: Well, I remember telling you not to call me anymore. When I said that, as far as I was concerned it meant things were done with.
Him: So is that how you deal with things? You just walk away; don't say anything?(Yes, bitch, pretty much... yeah)
Me: When I was trying to tell you that I had issues with your behavior you kept telling me I was arguing with you or you couldn't talk about it right now. So I stopped talking about it period.
Him: I thought we were trying to work things out. This is not how you go about things?
Me: We were. You weren't doing what you were supposed to do, so I pulled back. How do you want me to go about things?
*Silence*
(Of course he ain't got the answer)
Him: Well can we talk about this later?
Me: For what?
Him: I'm going to call you tommorow.
Me: Ok. Bye.
Him: Bye
This 101 questions ass nigga. Joni Mitchell is the realest bitch alive.. she never lies...YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU GOT TIL IT'S GONE.
There was more said, but that was the meat and potatoes of it. I don't have the patience to write it all down. What a hot mess.
I need to pray...
Dear God,
Please. Send me a man who is normal, sane, loving, and kind. Lord, you already know how I want him to look. Please don't let him be a procrastinator, because I'm a procrastinator. We'd never get anything done. Let him be understanding and know that one person alone cannot carry a relationship. Please God. So I don't have to go through these donkey situations anymore.
Amen.
Yup, I Still Don't Like Kids... Especially Teenagers
I'm glad to report that my little cousin is not going to move in with us. I have to thank my mom (again) for not having any children after me. She gets on my m/tha/f/ckin nerves. She does the most annoying shit. This morning we went out to breakfast and she starts flat ironing her hair. Before she even brushed her teeth or washed her face. I hate trife nasty shit. Ugh!!
And.
This little trick done violated. She used my makeup. And I don't play around when it comes to my makeup. That shit is special to my heart!
I'd scream on her if I had the energy, but I really don't. I hope I don't break out. Cause I'm not sure if she even washed her face today.
Lord, keep me near the cross!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Alright folks; I'm gone. Gotta do my hair...
besos!!_*
