I feel strong
Despite the sore throat, slight burning in my ear canal/sinuses, slight cough, and a headache the BULLY feels strong. I just feel plain out good. Real talk….I have been training pretty consistantly for the past few weeks. I’m running a mile and a half 2-3 times a week (its only been 2 times cause stuff keeps coming up) in the morning and doin’ other stuff on the off days and in the evenings.
The most significant source of my feeling of greatness is that I am sorta pissed at a couple of females.
You know what….if it wasn’t for problems with females, then I wouldn’t have any dealings with them at all. It must be me.
Anyway, I’m a little frustrated with Bi-chick. Nothing has happened, but I don’t ever get to see her. I saw more of her when she was seeing that other dude…some punk ass musician. On the real, we aren’t in any sort of relationship, aren’t going to be. She is getting ready to move to Atlanta in a few weeks. She works two jobs, has some other joints that she does on the side, like make up and some sort of low level music lable or something like that….she manages cats. She works 6-7 days a week between the two jobs, I’m guessing 60-70 hours a week. She kept her younger siblings for a week or so, I do a lot of shit on the weekends (last weekend Atl, this weekend Jacksonville…..in the next couple of weekends I gotta hit up Panama City Beach……I always end up with plans of some sort). I get busy, she is always busy. We don’t even fuck each other. We play around, pat and tickle here and there…sneaky nasty stuff in public. I just really enjoy hanging with her cocky smart ass havin’ ass. ……….I guess the BULLY misses her ol’ mixed ass….well half way miss her. The BULLY doesn’t do white girls…not really.
The other female is THE EX. Why do I continue to kick it with this broad? Something always ends up happening that I deem as kinda fucked up in one way shape or form. Maybe she just likes to keep me around for Steve….and my tongue……and to be taken out from time to time. She says “I love you.” When we get off the phone sometimes, and shit like that, but then fucked actions still happen. Case in point. I invited her out Tuesday night to come out with some friends. One of em is a homegirl that is bout to move to Tampa…I’ll call her the owner of my vacation spot in Tampa. We have been planning to cook some deer meat on the grill forever, but this was going to be the last chance. She ends up deciding to go do it at the big BIG breasted light skinned Jamaican girls (we have met before) place cause they were having a much larger cook out.
Anyway….THE EX comes to the cookout and ends up linking up with some dude that she meets there. I mean, yeah she will probably say something like “Well he was talking to me….” Type stuff, but she was flirting back and being very receptive. She spoke with that cat way waaaaaay more than me. I mean, yeah, I stopped trying to acknowledge her once I saw what was going on (and that was real quick). She made a couple of week ass attempts to come and patronize me some….well once or twice. Like she came out and spoke to me and grabbed my ass said a few words, then went back in to talk to that cat some more. Then when I told her I was leaving she wanted to give me the pouty face…..like she was really gonna miss me while she was all up under that tall Nigga. Your boy is hot right now. Thinking about this shit. That was hella fucked up to me. I know we aren’t together and I know you are gonna talk to dudes and shit, but don’t do that shit in front of me at something that I invited your ass to…..I invited you to kick it with me and my friends….not random tall nigga.
I mean, we were laying in the bed that morning cuddling. I had to leave to let my dog, Keysha, out of her kennel so she could piss and shit, and you are holding me like “I don’t want you to go yet…” and then turn around and do me like that…..like the BULLY is just some sillyass side bitch. FUCK ALL OF THAT!!!
I’m bout to leave work and go train. (Train right after I pick up some food for Keysha and a funnel to use when I re-up my truck with transmission fluid….damn transmission fluid leak.)
-RAGING BULL
The most significant source of my feeling of greatness is that I am sorta pissed at a couple of females.
You know what….if it wasn’t for problems with females, then I wouldn’t have any dealings with them at all. It must be me.
Anyway, I’m a little frustrated with Bi-chick. Nothing has happened, but I don’t ever get to see her. I saw more of her when she was seeing that other dude…some punk ass musician. On the real, we aren’t in any sort of relationship, aren’t going to be. She is getting ready to move to Atlanta in a few weeks. She works two jobs, has some other joints that she does on the side, like make up and some sort of low level music lable or something like that….she manages cats. She works 6-7 days a week between the two jobs, I’m guessing 60-70 hours a week. She kept her younger siblings for a week or so, I do a lot of shit on the weekends (last weekend Atl, this weekend Jacksonville…..in the next couple of weekends I gotta hit up Panama City Beach……I always end up with plans of some sort). I get busy, she is always busy. We don’t even fuck each other. We play around, pat and tickle here and there…sneaky nasty stuff in public. I just really enjoy hanging with her cocky smart ass havin’ ass. ……….I guess the BULLY misses her ol’ mixed ass….well half way miss her. The BULLY doesn’t do white girls…not really.
The other female is THE EX. Why do I continue to kick it with this broad? Something always ends up happening that I deem as kinda fucked up in one way shape or form. Maybe she just likes to keep me around for Steve….and my tongue……and to be taken out from time to time. She says “I love you.” When we get off the phone sometimes, and shit like that, but then fucked actions still happen. Case in point. I invited her out Tuesday night to come out with some friends. One of em is a homegirl that is bout to move to Tampa…I’ll call her the owner of my vacation spot in Tampa. We have been planning to cook some deer meat on the grill forever, but this was going to be the last chance. She ends up deciding to go do it at the big BIG breasted light skinned Jamaican girls (we have met before) place cause they were having a much larger cook out.
Anyway….THE EX comes to the cookout and ends up linking up with some dude that she meets there. I mean, yeah she will probably say something like “Well he was talking to me….” Type stuff, but she was flirting back and being very receptive. She spoke with that cat way waaaaaay more than me. I mean, yeah, I stopped trying to acknowledge her once I saw what was going on (and that was real quick). She made a couple of week ass attempts to come and patronize me some….well once or twice. Like she came out and spoke to me and grabbed my ass said a few words, then went back in to talk to that cat some more. Then when I told her I was leaving she wanted to give me the pouty face…..like she was really gonna miss me while she was all up under that tall Nigga. Your boy is hot right now. Thinking about this shit. That was hella fucked up to me. I know we aren’t together and I know you are gonna talk to dudes and shit, but don’t do that shit in front of me at something that I invited your ass to…..I invited you to kick it with me and my friends….not random tall nigga.
I mean, we were laying in the bed that morning cuddling. I had to leave to let my dog, Keysha, out of her kennel so she could piss and shit, and you are holding me like “I don’t want you to go yet…” and then turn around and do me like that…..like the BULLY is just some sillyass side bitch. FUCK ALL OF THAT!!!
I’m bout to leave work and go train. (Train right after I pick up some food for Keysha and a funnel to use when I re-up my truck with transmission fluid….damn transmission fluid leak.)
-RAGING BULL
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