Everythang is everythang
I love wireless interfuckingnet. Yesterday, I sat at the top of the woodward parking garage in my truck and did my internet homework. And right now i'm in the basement of Strosier Library, just bullshittin. Had intentions on getting work done, but I didn't, partly cause I got to bullshittin on my laptop, and mostly cause I don't know enough to about accounting to study worth shit.
I just remembered a couple of blogworthy things. One is my mom telling me I'm fat and need to work out harder, and the other is that my friend, the West Indies Woman, didn't call me back, after I called her to hangout. I Bitch about the latter, its always better for me to rant about anger inducing shit cause it makes me feel better.
So, what the fuck? A nigga can't get a fuckin call back? That type of shit always pisses me the fuck off, cause I take it as a slap in the fucking face, like I'm not worth atleast a simple "Hey Nigga, fuck you!!" Atleast I would not be sitting up waiting and shit. I HATE WAITING. I HATE NOT GETTING MY WAY. I'm CLYDE, thats how I am, for good or bad thats just me. I can handle not gettting my way, and I can handle waiting, but not at the same time.
Not calling me back makes me wait, and then ultimately I realize I'm not getting my way.....and then I'm disappointed too. This all leads to anger, which sometimes leads me to do mean shit. Not right, but oh well.
Basically, just call a motherfucker and let him know what the fucking deal straight up and shit would be ok. This shit just burns my ass. I would give anyone the common courtesy of a "Hey, can't make it....sorry." Call, why can't I get that back from a "friend".
I think I'm like this mostly cause when I was a kid my mom always made people keep their word, as much as she reasonably could, to me and my sister. Yeah, my mom is the real BULLY.
Oh fucking well, the BULLY forgives, but always remembers. Always. SSSOOOOOooooooooooo
FUCK IT
I'm the ever lovin BULLY
I just remembered a couple of blogworthy things. One is my mom telling me I'm fat and need to work out harder, and the other is that my friend, the West Indies Woman, didn't call me back, after I called her to hangout. I Bitch about the latter, its always better for me to rant about anger inducing shit cause it makes me feel better.
So, what the fuck? A nigga can't get a fuckin call back? That type of shit always pisses me the fuck off, cause I take it as a slap in the fucking face, like I'm not worth atleast a simple "Hey Nigga, fuck you!!" Atleast I would not be sitting up waiting and shit. I HATE WAITING. I HATE NOT GETTING MY WAY. I'm CLYDE, thats how I am, for good or bad thats just me. I can handle not gettting my way, and I can handle waiting, but not at the same time.
Not calling me back makes me wait, and then ultimately I realize I'm not getting my way.....and then I'm disappointed too. This all leads to anger, which sometimes leads me to do mean shit. Not right, but oh well.
Basically, just call a motherfucker and let him know what the fucking deal straight up and shit would be ok. This shit just burns my ass. I would give anyone the common courtesy of a "Hey, can't make it....sorry." Call, why can't I get that back from a "friend".
I think I'm like this mostly cause when I was a kid my mom always made people keep their word, as much as she reasonably could, to me and my sister. Yeah, my mom is the real BULLY.
Oh fucking well, the BULLY forgives, but always remembers. Always. SSSOOOOOooooooooooo
FUCK IT
I'm the ever lovin BULLY