Saturday, October 30, 2010
Broke Bitch...
Formerly known as "The 19- year old High Maintenance Phag." So, I got a call from this Phaguette today. Not only today... I been getting calls since his birthday. I've just been ignoring them because I knew that Phag was crazy. Telling me that she wants either 20 dollars or a pair of shoes for her birthday. Bitch, I don't fucking know you. How about you spend that time taking some extra shifts at McDonalds to get your fucking money you ignorant nappy headed ho. This bitch is obviously off her fucking rocker. And the bad thing, the ho tried to talk me up to 40 dollars. Bitch, I haven't even fucked you. I ain't spending that kind of money on your ass when my dick hasn't even had the chance to test the waters yet. You bitches are crazy. Fuckin' Nutts! So anyway, I answered the phone today, blah blah... somehow, he gets around to calling me cheap. CHEAP!?!?! Bitch, I ain't hoing around for money so I can buy some weed. Shit, you better log your black ass back on to bgc and find a nigga stupid enough to fall for that whack ass bullshit, you ignorant ghetto trash ass nigga. Don't let me ever go back out to the southside, or I swear before God, that you are a dead man. A fucking dead phaguette!
Friday, October 29, 2010
I decided to keep 2 different Blogs...
After realizing that my first post may be considered offensive, I decided, Some posts will be kept private (mainly the ones about my venting and personal life). But whatever. Continue with the festivities.
Thursday, October 28, 2010
So... First Post
I guess I'll use this to look back on everything, up until now. I have this dry but salty taste in my mouth. Part of it has something to do with the sudden burst of irritation that came over me earlier today; some of it came from the atomic bomb of disgust that exploded in my face but the majority of it probably comes from the sodium from that fucking McChicken sandwich.
Note to self: Never go from almost 2 weeks of salads, fruit salads, and natural juices to McDonalds.
But, I don't want to talk about McDonalds, I'd rather just discuss this week's events, starting with the main characters (Of course, I'm the one that gets the role of hero).
The 19 Year Old High Maintenance Phag- (If you ever see this, and we for any reason, begin to date, please just know that this is my current impression of you, knowing fairly little about you). You like this, you like that, but you don't have shit. Right now, you're a villain. I was nice enough to pay for your meal, and you're asking me for money? I don't even know you. $20.00 or a pair of shoes? Get the fuck out of here. You're crazy.
The Secretive Phag: I don't understand you. I've spoken to another one of my friends. I don't get it. You asked what I look like, I unlocked my photos as it was no problem to me. And you didn't unlock yours, which was completely fine with me. But the statement that, "You'll know what I look like if I decide to speak to you up at the Heskett Center." That was the complete turn off. But then after you see me, you log back onto BGC and get mad because you're barely getting responses from me? Fuck you, you fake pic using, black bitch. Even if that was your pic, I couldn't give 2 fucks about exposing your black ass. I don't hang with homo niggas like that in the first place. But whatever. You're a dumb ass. You're a villain.
The One Who Turned Me On, And then Turned Me Off in 2days: I don't know what you are yet. While you're very sexy and have the ability to make my dick brick up just by the simple text of "Whassup," I still can't get over your threesome business. Idk... that kinda makes me view you as some ho. And ask anyone who knows me well, ho's get no respect or even acknowledgment from me. But I'm bored... I'll say you're no villain, at least not yet.
LoL @ me blocking all those people on BGC though. And even though I was wrong, I don't apologize for shit. I'll just toss it up and say bye.
Note to self: Never go from almost 2 weeks of salads, fruit salads, and natural juices to McDonalds.
But, I don't want to talk about McDonalds, I'd rather just discuss this week's events, starting with the main characters (Of course, I'm the one that gets the role of hero).
The 19 Year Old High Maintenance Phag- (If you ever see this, and we for any reason, begin to date, please just know that this is my current impression of you, knowing fairly little about you). You like this, you like that, but you don't have shit. Right now, you're a villain. I was nice enough to pay for your meal, and you're asking me for money? I don't even know you. $20.00 or a pair of shoes? Get the fuck out of here. You're crazy.
The Secretive Phag: I don't understand you. I've spoken to another one of my friends. I don't get it. You asked what I look like, I unlocked my photos as it was no problem to me. And you didn't unlock yours, which was completely fine with me. But the statement that, "You'll know what I look like if I decide to speak to you up at the Heskett Center." That was the complete turn off. But then after you see me, you log back onto BGC and get mad because you're barely getting responses from me? Fuck you, you fake pic using, black bitch. Even if that was your pic, I couldn't give 2 fucks about exposing your black ass. I don't hang with homo niggas like that in the first place. But whatever. You're a dumb ass. You're a villain.
The One Who Turned Me On, And then Turned Me Off in 2days: I don't know what you are yet. While you're very sexy and have the ability to make my dick brick up just by the simple text of "Whassup," I still can't get over your threesome business. Idk... that kinda makes me view you as some ho. And ask anyone who knows me well, ho's get no respect or even acknowledgment from me. But I'm bored... I'll say you're no villain, at least not yet.
LoL @ me blocking all those people on BGC though. And even though I was wrong, I don't apologize for shit. I'll just toss it up and say bye.
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