--Archives--
April 2006
May 2006
June 2006
July 2006
August 2006
September 2006
October 2006
November 2006
December 2006
January 2007
February 2007
March 2007
April 2007
May 2007
June 2007
July 2007
August 2007
September 2007
October 2007
November 2007
December 2007
January 2008
February 2008
March 2008
April 2008
May 2008
June 2008
July 2008
August 2008
September 2008
October 2008
November 2008
December 2008
January 2009
February 2009
March 2009
April 2009
May 2009
June 2009
July 2009
August 2009
September 2009
October 2009
November 2009
December 2009
January 2010
February 2010
August 2010
October 2010
November 2010

--Tags--
baby business
my love
so random
this is who i am
weekend stuff

--BlogRoll--

--Etc.--
Blogger
Blogroll Me!
GMail

Subscribe with Bloglines
Creative Commons License


Thursday, May 08, 2008

    i should probably start meditating or something


today, this bitch hoebag of a skank glorified secretary at Jay's work grabbed his junk WHILE I WAS ON THE FUCKING PHONE WITH HIM. i explicitly heard this shit go down as it happened. i'm talking real-time shit here, people!

"Here's a copy of the paperwork from mergers and acquisitions. Jimmy's canceled the afternoon meeting. Is there anything else before i--"

"BITCH, WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?"

and then he dropped the phone and i heard him going off on her and then he came back to the phone and told me what happened and i wanna kill that bitch with my bare hands, revive that bitch, and kill that bitch again. and thanks to whitepages.com, i'm one step closer to achieving my goal. i don't wanna show up at his job tomorrow and threaten this hoe with a smile on my face. nuh uh. she fucked with the right one. i just wanna go bash her skull in. that's all. if i don't kill her, i wanna put her ass in the hospital for a week minimum. i don't really have that much of a problem with going to jail for defending what's mine.

and the thing is, i knew this shit was gonna happen. given the way she fucks her way up, down, and around that company, i knew it was only a matter of time before she tried something with my man. and the bitch is always up in my face smiling and shit like she's my friend when her nasty breath reeks of herpes and chlamydia. bitch, don't nobody want your nasty ass banana bread.

i'm not gonna lie, i was kinda mad at Jay too. yes, i blame the victim. what the fuck are you sitting on the edge your desk with your shit just out there for anybody to reach in and cop a feel. you have a goddamn chair behind your goddamn desk where bitches can't be grabbing your junk all willy nilly. use it!

oh, i wanna kill her. somebody go kill her for meeeeee. the little person sitting in my uterus won't let me go bust her skull open with a tire iron.


gawd. am i the only person in the world who thinks those indiana jones movies are way overrated?