*On twitter DO NOT USE YOUR 140 CHARACTERS AS A GOT'DAMN BLOG/DIARYLAND/ETC UPDATE. If you really have all that to f'ing say, go do it on a damn blogspot page. Seriously. Let me have to log on to twitter one more day....and if I am reading the previous nights posts....if one whole page (or the majority of) is just you randomly saying ABSOLUTELY FUCKING NOTHING, just prepare to get your ass deleted. It's highly annoying!!
*Working for the government!!!
You mean to tell me that, being one of the most (if not THE most) advanced country in the world...and we don't have paid maternity leave?!? That I might have to come back early than I plan, with a NEWBORN, because this society is so backwards has me extremely aggitated today. Extremely.
Oooo - and I swear if I go out to my car and I have one more damn parking ticket...I'm going to request my doctor place me on bed rest. I'm not coming to work every damn fucking day to pay tickets to this broke ass city. If this crack-head ass ex-mayor Marion Barry doesn't have to pay his taxes for over 5 years...yet goes to an auction yesterday and purchases an $800 "opera" jacket for his girlfriend....and the city still won't put his crooked ass in jail -- then I'm done!
* I'm sick of people who won't/don't support the positive things that others are trying to do in their life. Is it really appropriate that once you've "grown up" and stopped all the drinking and smoking...that your "friends" have abandoned you?
Would you like the scenario:
2 of Mike's close buddies will not speak to him...and I mean will NOT speak to him. He's pretty hurt and upset about it, but his response is "fuck it, I have more important things to worry about". One of these people is the 'girl' he wanted to be the god-mother of his children.
Well when Mike and I first got together, they were HATIN because Mike and I would spend time together....they thought "oh you're too good now that you've got someone. They stopped coming around for a long while. When Mike and I broke up, they came back in FULL FORCE. And I do mean on the upwards of 4-6 nights a week they would just miraculously appear at Mike's house. Mike and I get back toghether...the guy Fab immediately stopped coming over every Monday to watch 24. Then the chic (I use that losely because she is so much of a lesbian she lookes like a dude...seriously. She has dreads, is flat chested, and hasn't shaved her upper lip in so long she looks like Rick Ross's younger son) won't answer his phone calls, and hasn't been to see him ONCE since I've been back.
And I feel back because I don't want all of Mike's friends to abandon him. But they were around when he would be the only one to purchase all the smoke, beer, and liqour. When not ONE of them bama's didn't put a single dime towards gettin anything, they happily weren't around. And now that things are chaning for him and he's grown up - they are ghost.
It's sad for me to see the look on his face when he calls, and he knows they send it right to voicemail...it kills me.
* I've gotta go...my ray of sunshine is too bright today <----- sarcasm.
Jeter - Monday, Sept. 28, 2009