Last night was a hell of a ride only to crash and burn.
MAGIC CITY WAS AWESOME!
Til the smoke inhalation and Guinness did it to me.
More unfortunately this girl who I used to consider a friend I now have the displeasure of looking at in a different light.
This young lady's boyfriend was in Magic City spending all the money he claims to never have, asking the stripper how much?!?!?!
While I'd love to put him on blast it would do more harm than good to her. The icing on the cake was for this dude to straight up and down look me in my face point his finger and say "you ain't fucking see me"!
Clearly he didn't see the two goons flanking me on either side. But small things to a big dog man.
I WAS MINDING MY OWN until he said that. I decided to take a page out of the President of PettyCAY CEO and politely change my facebook status because the girl jocks my page anyway. Icing on the cake on her twin sisters page I recounted the events of the night and advised her to notify her sister because I don't wish to be called a 'hateful bitch'. I wish them both nothing but the best, *rolls eyes*
MOVING ON....
I need you to get a mother fucking life!
Work is a drag I know, you have no social life of your own-sad, your man/woman (if you got one) somewhere cheating on your ass-its true, so you have more than enough time to watch and report on other people's lives. LISTEN YOU ARE NOT SHENIQUE MILLER AND THIS AIN'T FUCKING ZNS.
I need you to pull the dry tampon stuck up your ass out and find a new hobby.
If you're following someone just to report back to someone, who clearly didn't ask your ass in the first place, DELETE YOUR TWITTER ACCOUNT.
If everything said in sub tweet you think is about you, I advise you to go down to Kelly's and purchase a life.
You are not that special!
When you signed up for twitter, is this what you signed up for? To invade, impress upon and come up with utter fucking rubbish of the people who you follow (some of which you had to send a request to).
Ninjas are real and your ass will get got! MIND YOUR OWN!
LAST BUT NOT LEAST....
You mother fuckers who like to play like you're someones best friend on twitter/facebook, always pulling up their timeline, visiting their page, commenting/clicking the 'like' button on all their statuses, pictures: taking the time to 'favorite' their tweets!
So far it all sounds like gravy right?!?!? Shit ain't nothing wrong with those stalker tendencies these niggas got hey?!?! Then they see you out in public and can't utter two motherfucking words.
Na don't get me wrong, no one's hungry for a hail but this is where MINDING YOUR OWN goes wrong.
I need you to understand this one and only thing, you crave twitter you need it. It is an escape from the hell hole piss bucket full of shit you call a life. When you're done in your make believe socialite lifestyle you go to the bathroom to check your twitter updates (for fear someone will see you).
MAGIC CITY WAS AWESOME!
Til the smoke inhalation and Guinness did it to me.
More unfortunately this girl who I used to consider a friend I now have the displeasure of looking at in a different light.
This young lady's boyfriend was in Magic City spending all the money he claims to never have, asking the stripper how much?!?!?!
While I'd love to put him on blast it would do more harm than good to her. The icing on the cake was for this dude to straight up and down look me in my face point his finger and say "you ain't fucking see me"!
Clearly he didn't see the two goons flanking me on either side. But small things to a big dog man.
I WAS MINDING MY OWN until he said that. I decided to take a page out of the President of PettyCAY CEO and politely change my facebook status because the girl jocks my page anyway. Icing on the cake on her twin sisters page I recounted the events of the night and advised her to notify her sister because I don't wish to be called a 'hateful bitch'. I wish them both nothing but the best, *rolls eyes*
MOVING ON....
Shout out to yal professional tweet watchers and interpreters!
Where the fuck you get off at explaining to Tommy Boy what Suzie sub tweeting to Jason!I need you to get a mother fucking life!
Work is a drag I know, you have no social life of your own-sad, your man/woman (if you got one) somewhere cheating on your ass-its true, so you have more than enough time to watch and report on other people's lives. LISTEN YOU ARE NOT SHENIQUE MILLER AND THIS AIN'T FUCKING ZNS.
I need you to pull the dry tampon stuck up your ass out and find a new hobby.
If you're following someone just to report back to someone, who clearly didn't ask your ass in the first place, DELETE YOUR TWITTER ACCOUNT.
If everything said in sub tweet you think is about you, I advise you to go down to Kelly's and purchase a life.
You are not that special!
When you signed up for twitter, is this what you signed up for? To invade, impress upon and come up with utter fucking rubbish of the people who you follow (some of which you had to send a request to).
Ninjas are real and your ass will get got! MIND YOUR OWN!
LAST BUT NOT LEAST....
You mother fuckers who like to play like you're someones best friend on twitter/facebook, always pulling up their timeline, visiting their page, commenting/clicking the 'like' button on all their statuses, pictures: taking the time to 'favorite' their tweets!
So far it all sounds like gravy right?!?!? Shit ain't nothing wrong with those stalker tendencies these niggas got hey?!?! Then they see you out in public and can't utter two motherfucking words.
Na don't get me wrong, no one's hungry for a hail but this is where MINDING YOUR OWN goes wrong.
How could you look me in my eye after thousands of tweets, facebook chats, direct messages and not even wave.
O you scared I might your ass on blast in public?!?! You straight fronting on these social networking sights boo boo? -_-
O you scared I might your ass on blast in public?!?! You straight fronting on these social networking sights boo boo? -_-
You need to do better.
I need you to understand this one and only thing, you crave twitter you need it. It is an escape from the hell hole piss bucket full of shit you call a life. When you're done in your make believe socialite lifestyle you go to the bathroom to check your twitter updates (for fear someone will see you).
You refresh that motherfucking page like the world is about to end.
You're now afraid that petty people gon shame you because of your lack of social skills towards people you guess you'd never meet. People who you thought were not real!
The shame is coming boo boo just wait for it.
But really though, don't jock someone and don't expect any backlash!
Don't see me out in VIA, BAMBU, AURA, CHARLIES, COCKTAILS and pretend like you didn't even notice I was there. Because twitter will be waiting, facebook stay pon cock!
See how being fake is really not a good look.
On the other hand not everyone is throwing shade about you, not everyone you follow who cut up with each other fucking.
Not everything that is typed needs to be interpreted sweetheart. Cyber space is getting smaller. You can be touched, you can be reached...
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