M.I.A.

Okay, I know I been missing in action for a good week but I'm alive! (I know you were worried). So now, since I been slacking and whatnot, I'll have to do a quick rundown of the past week.

Earlier in the week I got some disturbing news. Fucked me up for the whole week. The day after I found out this info (I think it was last Tuesday) I'm sitting at my desk at work, minding my own business, answering a call, halfway through my introduction I realize something is tickling my foot, I look down....A FUCKING ROACH! A roach is on my foot, walking around all bold like and shit like "Yeah bitch, I'm on your foot and what?" I shake him off, he scurries away but I can't see where. I'm looking all around me and my desk like I just smoked some of the best crack rock money could buy but I don't see the dirty fucker. So I ease up a little thinking he rolled out. NO! WRONG! Do you know that dirty sum-ma bitch was on my phone! Like he was telling me "bitch you doing it wrong! Move out the way!" Needless to say I got up from my seat and went over to my manager "Ms. Kitty" and he comes and kills the bug. Fast forward a couple hours, me and moms get in a straight up and down argument via text message for an hour in which she said to me, "Don't fuck with me child!" To which I replied, "The only thing fucking with you is your crazy ass brain!" (Really, she's crazy, certifiable even!). I hook up with the B4N on tuesday, he was slipping on his pimping a little bit which made me more upset. See him on thursday and this fool don't wanna get frisky, he wanna talk! He "enjoys the time we spend together"....whatever, I didn't want to talk, if I wanted to talk I would have called you instead of coming to see you with no draws on you twit! Ughhhh!

Fast forward to the weekend...a friend of mine asked me to accompany her and her coworkers to a club. Now I'm all for clubbing! I love to drink and shake my groove thing, but this particular club was not my type of scene. We went to a mixed club whereas I'm used to going to a black club. Now its NOTHING wrong with mixed clubs...they just aren't my thing. So I invite my bestie and my club bestie and go to this spot. I told my friend who invited me that I would be there but not till later, I show up at 11ish. I spot her after about 20 minutes or so...she spots me and walks up to me with a huge smile squealing my name. She proceeds to talk about how my boobs are spilling out of my top...now if you didn't know, I have DD's ...my boobs spill out of damn near every top. She them proceeds to put her hands on them like that shit is cool...its not, and I have told her bout doing that shit before (when she was smacking my ass up in the club like shit was gravy). She then tells me:

"Oh honey, I'm about to leave and go to another club now."

"The hell you mean? You invited me here and you leaving? What type of bullshit is that?"

"I've been here since 8:30 hun."

"I don't give a fuck if you been here since 8:30 am! You know I don't club in places like these and the only reason I even came was because you asked! That's fucked up yo."

"I'm sorry hun, I still love you, you smell good, what are you wearing?"

"We not friends no more, don't call me tomorrow."

"I'm going to the beach tomorrow, you wanna come? I'll call you."

"No I don't! Don't fucking call me!"

She mumbles some shit about loving me and leaves and I am LIVID! Then...to make shit even better, the friends I came with proceeded to tell me how my "friend" cut her eyes of them! What? Now I'm really pissed because just like I've had a problem with her feeling me up, I've had a problem with her being rude to my other friends. She's called me 3 or 4 times since Friday, but I'm not entertaining that bull right now. I will maybe talk to her once I'm not as pissed cause I'm trying to be a better person for 2009 and not go around cussing folk out.

Shit