Mood: Paranoid
Listening to: Mariah Carey
You can curse?????!!!!!!!!????????
I've been reading your blogs, Some of you are very funny!
I tried to have an AOL blog, but every other word was censored. I mean words like death and murder and evil (I was trying to write about Pitch Black). I would try things like muthafukas, s@#t , etc. and I repeatedly was not allowed to make entries. Oh, hell yes! It's on now. Shit, Hot Damn, Ain't this 'bout a bitch. Whew...That felt good!
Wow! I write a lot. Which is weird because I barely speak. My communication skills usually consist of meaningless grunts and blank stares. A conversation with me:
random person: Hi. How are you?
me: grunt, mumble
random person: What? (looking confused)
me:umfinemumblegruntmumble
random person: Well, nice talking to you. I have to go now.
me: blank stare
Every one who knows me says that I'm very funny. I don't think I am. I just think that I'm not polite, I say exactly what's on my mind and I don't sugar coat things. I'm easily annoyed and I don't have Pre menstrual syndrome like most women, I have Psychotic menstrual syndrome. I've hemmed a few people up during that time, but it was their fault. I swear! I don't have time for the bullshit. I will comfort people (most people call me mama,'cause I'm like a mother when it comes to that) but if people do the same shit repeatedly I'm not going to keep on having sympathy for them. Some examples would be:
girl crying: he cheated on me again
3 girls: sorry to hear that, you'll make it through, you'll find someone who wont cheat, you're a great girl
me (screaming): HOW CAN A MARRIED MAN CHEAT ON YOU?
3 girls: (giggle,smile,giggle)
girl crying: he doesn't love his wife, he's just with her for the kids, he told me he doesn't love her anymore.
me: And he's telling her the same shit about you
3 girls: yep, umm hmm, I didn't want to say anything but he probably is girl you should dump him.
dude: I'm broke as hell, they got me up on child support, they take my whole check
me: oh, how many kids do you have
dude: eight, I love my kids but their mama's are gold digging bitches
me: you knew they were gold digging bitches before you had sex with them and still picked them to be the mother's of your kids
dude: true, true.
girl: (to me) you are so funny, you tell it like it is
me: blank stare
different topic, but still funny
Girl goes around to everyone in the room every single day, gossiping talking about everyone including Jesus. She'd come up to me and start talking. I couldn't go anywhere (we were at work) so I'd tune her out. I'd look at her and see her lips moving but all I heard was my thoughts "I wonder if I turned the stove off. I almost forgot Dawson's Creek comes on tomorrow. I wonder what happened to Jimmy Hoffa. My toenails are getting long, I should clip them."....One day I just couldn't take it anymore and she said:
gossip queen: come here I have something to tell you
me: is it about work?
gossip queen: no
me: is it about me?
gossip queen: no, come here
me: well unless you're going to tell me that Jesus is back I don't want to hear it!
gossip queen: I was just going to tell you that _________ is pregnant, umm hmm girl, she sure is
dude who was eavesdropping: (laugh, giggle) and she still told it,after you told her you didn't want to hear that bullshit!(laugh)
me: eye roll, head-shake, sigh. (she just couldn't keep it to herself. I'm sure she would have exploded on the spot if she hadn't told me. It's like she gets high off of gossiping!)