i have SO much to say. where do i start?

1. why do people have to use so many words when explaining something, asking for something, complaining about something? just get to the fucking point. i dont have time to listen to ur bullshit, what exactly is it that you want/need?

2. ive been trying to figure out for years if i have a 'i like to have conversations' sign on my forehead that i cannot see. everywhere i go, someone is always trying to start a convo with me. i dont want to talk to you. i have enough friends and i dont wanna do the small talk thing. im tired, had a long day at work and i dont really care about the weather for the rest of the week. PLEASE STOP TALKING. its like lately everyone has so much to say, thats cool and all but ask urself first, 'does she care?' bc chances are i dont.

3. my friend had a status on FB about people overestimating their importance in life.. like really, you're really not that important. this world will continue to operate the same way with or without you. understand that.

4. annoying people should all be shot. im not a morning person. dont talk to me in the morning. the morning is to gather your thoughts, set your goals for the day, and figure out how youre going to achieve them. i dont need to be asked a billion questions. how was ur nite, how was ur day, u eat breakfast? wat u eat? whats for lunch? you goin out or staying in? ARE YOU SERIOUS?! what makes you think i want to be interviewed??? please tell me, what gave you that impression!

5. pam, dont think i did not notice you wrote a post and deleted it. you aint slick. lol.

6. son of a bitch. okay, so you do everything you are supposed to, you go to school, finish and get your degree. get a job. go to church. donate to charity. pay your bills on time. vote for your president. etc. then BOOM, you get fucked in the ass BIG TIME. ...i got robbed. they bust my fuckin locks to take shit that i spent my hard earned money on. are you fucking kidding me? im on YOUR side you fuckin idiot. im struggling too nigga, why me? so the bitch took my laptop, some accessories that went with it, my camera, kerns timbs, and my BUMBACLOT external harddrive that had all my pics from the past 7 yrs on it. i cud get over the shit EXCEPT my external harddrive. that shit tore me up. i have pics on there i cud never get that, grandma, neice and nephew, yontias baby when she was born, etc. i jus feel so violated, and i fault myself in many ways.

a. my door hasnt been that secure for some time now but i did not complain or bitch about it
b. various people come in and out of that damn house and i never said anything about it.
c. i got no renters insurance bc i was being cheap.
d. i moved out of my nice secure apartment to the hood in hopes of saving some money.
e. i did my same routine everyday, get up, go to work, come home, go to gym, come home and go to sleep and didnt once pay attention to my surroundings or stop and take a min to protect my shit.

i know people say you couldnt have expected this and its material things and jus b thankful ure safe, thats cool and all and i do agree, however, I DONT buss my ass monday thru fri 8 to 5 to get teh shit i want jus for some hood nigga to just take it out my apartment. everything i have i worked for, nothin was given to me, so for someone to jus take it like that with no remorse, i feel like at this point im better off living in public housing with no job collecting some type of government assistance. sit at home all day cold chillin collecting free money and spending it on wat i wanna... THATS SUM BULLSHIT.

but you know what, yesterday i told myself it didnt happen. i jus donated the items to charity. i dont want to carry the rest of my year out pissed off because of some devilish act. i know that wat goes around comes around and all i can do is pray for that person.

moving on...

7. im goin to see my babe this weekend for valentines day and trinidad next week for carnival. these 2 trips cudnt have came quick enough. an escape from reality and the ghetto bullshit i deal with everyday.

8. the only things that keep me sane are my friends and family. i hav sum of the greatest friends of all time, so be jealous that my friends are better than urs lol. and i am thankful that God has kept each and every one of them safe.

9. i need my tax return like theres no tomorrow. praise the lord for tax returns.

i shall return...