8.23.2009

"Chicks Before D*cks" is Dead and Gone

I've gotten a few messages asking what happened with me and my boyfriend so I decided to give a quickie update. We're doing fine now. I was able to get my computer back and Skype has become a life saver. If you don't have it already, I highly recommend you downloading it.

But as most of my friends know, if there is not one issue in my life, there sadly, is another. Now, I'm back at school two hours away from my home in Southfield and 45 minutes away from any mall. Its sad and I'm afraid that my swagg may falter under such barbaric conditions but I'm trying to hold it together (lol).

The whole mall issue is very mundane compared to my other problem: Friends. How many of us have them? I can honestly say I only have 2 girl friends and about 6 guy friends. The rest of the people in my life are either family, acquaintances, or people I am just cordial with. Last night I lost another "friend." No, she didn't die, get hit by a car, or fall into a Ecstasy-induced coma...she was a disrespectful, back-stabbing, plastic-flower wearing slut and so she is now less than one of those people I'm cordial.

I don't trust many people nor do I like many people. People tend to disappoint me a lot so I'd rather stick to myself and do me. I guess I should have stuck to myself last night but I didn't. It was Saturday and I wasnted to be social and get sh*t-faced and that's what I did. Admittedly, I am an angry drunk. I yell, I scream and I hit, but you have to provoke me first. Last night I was pushed beyond my limit and my reaction was (smh) wild to say the least.

Let me explain. Have you ever heard either the crude sayings "Bro's before Ho's" or "Chicks before Dicks"? My girlfriends and I swore by the latter and had not broken our vow, until last night. I used to talk to this one guy of the Caucaison persuasion and he was attending this little shindig we were at last night. Since I am happily engaged we were just being friendly and socializing casually when my "friend" asked me if I would be mad if she talked to him. I looked at her as if she was sprouting scrotum's from her nostrils and said told her she was out of line for even asking. As the night progressed I noticed she was following him around, sitting in his lap, and even stroking his overly-gelled hair (yuck) and so I got mad.

I can't remember my exact words because of all I consumed but I remember calling her a treacherous b*tch and cursing her out loudly in front of all the other attendees. I do not regret what I did because she was being a slut and therefore as a result was treated like one. If you want respect you must earn it and honestly she lost all of mine that night. Of course I am leaving out huge chunks of the story but this post is getting quite long. lol

More updates later. Stay tuned! =]

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