so like the new Kanye album has totally been my shit for the past couple of days. my best friend Telly said she hates that album. aye Tell, -middle finger- anyway, that shit be knockin though.
but i'm here now blogging because Josh told me too. -waves- heyyyyy Josh <3
but yeah, last night i went out or whatever. FINALLY after my cousins were done flexing and shit. my cousin Deanna be on some stupid shit when it come to niggas man. i swear that bitch get around a nigga and turn into a complete duck. i wanted to smack that bitch so hard man. anyway, my older cousin Shermel was hatin on a bitch hard, talking about my hair cut. she just mad that i aint let her bitch ass cut my hair. i'm sayin though, she be acting like she don't know how to cut my hair, and being that it's my first time ever going short, i wasn't about to trust it. plus too man, she be puttin all these hair products in my shit & i dont be liking that shit. yenno what i'm saying? yuh.
but yeah, me and my cousins ended up going to this spot called the Lavish Lounge on Clairmont Rd. it was between that and Figure Eight in Campbellton. anyway, my homeboy was throwing the party at the Lavish Lounge or whatever, so i decided there over Figure Eight. it was cool or whatever. of course ya bitch was scoppin for the bar though, tryna get loose. but Josh told me to lay off the drinking, ugh.
*i guess he don't want me to end up like that lil bitch Ebony he seen at the club. LMAO, this bitch was pissy drunk laying on the ground & shit with her friends tryna pick her up. fuckin mess right? lemme get to good part though, niggas was walking by the lil bitch pouring liquor on her ass. -death- folks crazy these days.
so we're at the club and shit, and i'm looking at everyone and thing to myself, "what the fuck am i doing here?" i look over at my cousins and they're enjoying themselves, its then when i remember. I am doing this for them. anyway, i'm sittin there at the club in these lounge chairs and shit, looking like a lonely bad bitch. LMAO, seriously though. Atlanta niggas make me sick, no fucking home training. this nigga walks up to me and grabs me telling me to dance with him. when i tell you i was about to reach back and slap the shit out of him, shit wasn't even cool. for real.
"come dance me me."
-"naw i don't dance"
"you too pretty to just be sittin here by yourself"
-"i don't dance, i'm sorry."
"come on, just one dance."
my face got soo tight man, this nigga making my blood hot. the fuck? he don't hear good or something? i'm not grinding on your little penis dude, ask one of them drunk hoes. man speaking of which, them hoes was gettin live as fuck. doing all kinds of nasty shit, like they was fucking and shit. YUCK. makes me sick to my face & stomach. the sad part was these bitches didn't even know how to get down. but hey, to each is own right? right.
after about an hour or so of just kicking it, Josh hits me up on yahoo. YES! finally, something to do and he couldn't have been the more perfect person. so we're talking or whatever, kickin it with a lil chit chat. it couldn've have been more than 15 and this nigga stops replying. =/ talk about a bitch being heated! i swear, these niggas have sensors or something because right when Josh stop writing back, this nigga comes and parks his ass right next to me. homeboy all in my ear and shit, asking me if i have a man and shit. little does he know, i'm rolling my eyes and shit. niggas always say the same shit, i swear.
*these are my confessions:
numero uno; i gave that nigga Telly's number.
numero dos; i drank ONE blue motherfucker =[ sorry, Josh.
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anyway today, Latavia calls me. she telling me she's through with her nigga. nothing too new, but yeah i'm interested. i ask her why. tell me why her nigga was up at Lavish Lounge when i was there. ROFL, gots to be more careful. anyway, her homegirl took a picture of her man & some bitch dancing. the funnier part is her homegirl was one of the bitches i was talking about, yenno the ones that couldn't dance. like, i personally clowned her and her wardrobe & everything. the icing on the cake is that my friend's boyfriend was dancing with one of them nasty dancing bitches.
elaborate?
this nigga was sittin on the stage and this bitch was in his lap. yenno, nothing wrong with a lap dance. but naw, bitch i said naw. this bitch starting taking to new levels. shawty a freak, she was bouncing on that thang, porno style with one leg cocked up and err'thang. ayeee! if she was thick, i would've tipped her.
LMAOOOOOOOOOOO, check this though, before i left to go to the club though i asked her if she wanted to go with us. i wish she would've gone, i would've died a thousand deaths if she would've seen that nigga.
but yeah, she calls him on three way, once i confirmed i seen ol boy, he denies that he was at the club. ROFL, this nigga said he went to Primetime alone. who goes to the club alone? not i said the cat
raise your hand if you go to the club solo?
-crickets- don't worry, i'll wait.
niggas are so sad yo. like what the fuck is the point of lying? this nigga lied straight to her man, like with no flinch. NIGGA YOU WAS BUSTED BY TWO OF HER HOMEGIRLS! boy boy, i tell ya. folks crazy these days.
