Man, I'm back at work. Although I praise God every day that I have a job (college loans aint no joke, now) I wish I could like.. I dont know... just not have to go anywhere. It was nice yesterday, getting up hella late, showering and putting on new pyjamas instead of rushing and dressing all haphazardly in the dark like I had to do today. It was nice to eat brunch (It was too late for breakfast) and shoot the breeze w/ assorted family members that came through to see what was up for the day. Yes the one woman protest was a semi-success. Only semi because I slept too late to see the dang parade, which was kinda the point... but not the whole point so it was all good.
The Shittiest Weekend Ever...
Yeah, I said it. Its my diary, so I can gripe how I want. I was in ex-boyfriend hell this weekend. The moon musta been in Pices or something, because about 5 ex boyfriends came back at me, launching all kinda sneak attacks on my ass. Whining about something I did. Whining about what they new girlfriends did to them. Whining in general. And I'm not talking about the 2 ex'es who are allowed to contact me. I'm talking about random MoFo's I kicked smooth to the curb for all intents and purposes... eternally. Now out of the 2 ex'es that were allowed to frequently have contact with me, I have removed one. And it hurts, because he and I were friends first. But dammit, I dont see where friend=doormat. So to hell with him...
That Tall Ass MF from Frisco
Yep, it was him. Out of all the niggas, I didnt think he'd be the one to allow such BS to go down. Now when we broke up, he constantly threw all kinda salt. Nigga would know I'd be out somewhere with my new man, and he'd call. Then he'd call and interrogate my brother and sister. Then he'd call again throughout the night waking me up with all his crises. And believe me, they were many. But because I still cared about him, I dealt with it. I'd left him, I didnt care what he did in terms of women afterwards. I didnt want him like that, but I did care.
Fast forward to present. This nigga has a new girlfriend, which he tells me nothing about. Shit, I didnt ask. I dont want him asking me about my business like that, so I'm not tripping on him. We have a cool conversation, he shoots me his cell number. So a few weeks pass, I know he's going back to school. I call him to check on him, see when he's leaving, tell him I got love for him and how proud I am of him, etc. No harm, no foul. We hang up. The next damn day, while I'm knocked the hell out who calls me but him... or so I think. Turns out its his ghetto, triflin ass girlfriend talkin shit. I did good though, I didnt cuss her out once. But it was all the way ghetto, with no cut. I'm not gonna transcribe the whole interaction... because... whats the point? But my issue is, Bitch please. I dont play on my man's phone. I'll get in his face and tell him to call whatever ho he's got calling him. I dont know why hoes play that mess... check the nigga! I couldn't have gotten the number unless he gave it to me and neglected to tell me about your hoodrat ass! Because even if he'd given me the number, being the nigga he is, I'd have suspected what type of woman he had, and opted
