Words Unspoken...
Okay, wow. My friend Martini, who I've spoken about a million times before apparently read my blog about his beastly comment and felt the need to rebutt on HIS blog, which I just read. Now, if you remember, about a month or so ago, Martini made a comment that hurt my feelings, about making a guy submit to dating me. He said a few things in his reply that I would like to address. Let the record show, I was over that nonsense like, 2days later and Martini and I talk all the time, YET AGAIN. But there are some things I just need to clear up. Writing's my therapy, so now it's time to let it go.
I'm gonna take bits and pieces, but you can view the entire blog here:
And so it begins...
Now mind you Katrina isn't going after some 4 year old and his little buddies. She is going to attempt to go after her 19 year old brother and his 19 year old friends. GROWN men. So she goes to the room and once again says "Are you kidding me" very loudly. Now I don't know if she beat them up, but what I did hear was one of her bother's firends saying..."yeah chris go get her son..yeah get her" So I guess she dropped the phone and Katrnia & her brother were going at it. Yeah, so a 24 year woman beating up on her 19 year old brother. with a belt. All. right.
That was an ongoing joke between the 3 of us, we play fought all the time. I wasn't gonna beat anyone. And you don't get to be a part of the fun anymore. Suck on THAT, bitch.
Another instance I really can't tell you cause it's a violaion of her privacy but all I need to say this this phrase: Airbooty 2005. and she'll get the message loud and clear.
What, a sista can't get her needs taken care of? You can call me an abusive beast, but won't reveal my plan to get ass on a regular basis? That's cool. Message received. I'm not ashamed, bitch. Beats masturbating.
Now the whole thing with her going coo-coo for Cocoa Puffs on me was weird cause with any other person she would have just said just the fuck up cock-smoker and then change the subject. But when it was "me" it hurt her feelings? the hell? Why am I the exception? How do I affect her so? Thats something I wanna know.
I didn't go coo-coo, you just couldn't deal with the wild out. And no, I wouldn't tell any other person to shut the fuck up, I'd be hurt. I mean, I AM a girl and chicks have feelings. People with feelings get them hurt on occasion. Martini, you're the exception cuz you were trusted with things I rarely trust myself with, my insecurities. We were in a "safe" place. You don't affect me at all, I just thought we were homies and you "got" me. Apparently not, but whatever, now you know. Bitch.
And now for the g-unit:
Anyway, she says (in her blog) that having deep and meaningful conversations with me is a thing of the past. You know what? That's cool. Not my fault you took my comment all out of context. But if it is the last time talk about stuff like that then let me say this:
You better stop fucking around and get with Jeff. How many people here would get with the person THEY KNOW they are going to spend the rest of their life with? yeah you in the back, put your hand down it was a rhetorical question, dumbass. But my point is is that..yo..cut the all bullshit you so adamantly hate and get with him! What the fuck? why are you waiting? I think you're afraid (as most people would) cause if you do..then your career, as it were, is over. Like you feel as if..."that's it" It's done. I found what i want...at 25. I have 60 more years to go. lol...yeah it can seem overwhemling and everything will really seem REAL. But dude, do you know How many people would give to know that the person they were going to spend thier life with was right there within reach and not like 8 years away?
First off, I know I may say it, but I don't know if Jeff is "the one." We're too different, and not in the good way. I don't doubt Jeff will be the guy I love forever, but that doesn't mean we should be together. I'm not getting with Jeff because I don't wanna get with Jeff. Jeff's not for me. The very best thing we can do for each other is remain friends. I don't have a "career," but I AM damn 24 years old and don't really wanna be all wifed up right now. At least not with Jeff. There's someone else out there and if not, I'd rather be alone. No disrespect, but I need someone who doesn't infuriate me almost every time we speak. This ain't The Notebook, he's not Noah and I DAMN sure ain't Ally. In real life, that shit don't vibe. So there you have it, Jeff and I are not kismet, not meant to be, will NOT be. Move on, we both have. Get over it, bitch.
Now, on to some realness for YOUR ASS:
You're not gonna meet your wife online. Get over this whole "caterpillar to butterfly" scheme of yours (the "completion?" Stuff that shit in your shorts). Go out, not to a club, not to church or a bar, just OUT. Stop cringing in fear when you see a girl you like cuz you're scared of human interaction. You don't know yourself becuase you don't allow yourself to BE known. The only way you find out what you like and what you don't like is by TRYING stuff, not doggedly avoiding it. You're afraid of LIFE, Martini. And I love you, but that shit pisses me off sometimes. You talk about shit you don't even KNOW about. And that, my friend is ignorant, that shit is NOT bliss.
Now I'm not saying become some cracked out sex fiend or anything, I'm just saying LIVE. You're tired of being by yourself? DO something about it. Logging on to AIM everyday and looking for love online ain't gonna get it, either, cocksmoker. Get yourself out there, ask chicks for their numbers. If they say no, toss some water on them and keep it movin'. But you gotta get out there. You're 25, there's no space for shyness.
You're so dead set on meeting someone who's gonna "be with you through it all," but you don't even get TO that point. Martini, we're in our 20's this is the time to find ourselves and the person we wanna be with. You're waiting for an event, letting life pass you by. That very event you're waiting for has been happening to you, over the past few years, it's called LIFE. Get out there and LIVE IT!!
But that's me, and I'm still finding myself, though the groundwork has pretty much been lain. How many times do I say one thing, then switch it up? It's not my A.D.D., I'm just looking for the answer, like the rest of us. I may make a sailor look like a teddy bear, but I also know when and where to act up. My friends should know that about me, and half the time be right there with me.
The difference between us is, I take risks, you run from them, and what's sad, you know it, too. Stop it.
Love you, Bitch.
I'm gonna take bits and pieces, but you can view the entire blog here:
And so it begins...
Now mind you Katrina isn't going after some 4 year old and his little buddies. She is going to attempt to go after her 19 year old brother and his 19 year old friends. GROWN men. So she goes to the room and once again says "Are you kidding me" very loudly. Now I don't know if she beat them up, but what I did hear was one of her bother's firends saying..."yeah chris go get her son..yeah get her" So I guess she dropped the phone and Katrnia & her brother were going at it. Yeah, so a 24 year woman beating up on her 19 year old brother. with a belt. All. right.
That was an ongoing joke between the 3 of us, we play fought all the time. I wasn't gonna beat anyone. And you don't get to be a part of the fun anymore. Suck on THAT, bitch.
Another instance I really can't tell you cause it's a violaion of her privacy but all I need to say this this phrase: Airbooty 2005. and she'll get the message loud and clear.
What, a sista can't get her needs taken care of? You can call me an abusive beast, but won't reveal my plan to get ass on a regular basis? That's cool. Message received. I'm not ashamed, bitch. Beats masturbating.
Now the whole thing with her going coo-coo for Cocoa Puffs on me was weird cause with any other person she would have just said just the fuck up cock-smoker and then change the subject. But when it was "me" it hurt her feelings? the hell? Why am I the exception? How do I affect her so? Thats something I wanna know.
I didn't go coo-coo, you just couldn't deal with the wild out. And no, I wouldn't tell any other person to shut the fuck up, I'd be hurt. I mean, I AM a girl and chicks have feelings. People with feelings get them hurt on occasion. Martini, you're the exception cuz you were trusted with things I rarely trust myself with, my insecurities. We were in a "safe" place. You don't affect me at all, I just thought we were homies and you "got" me. Apparently not, but whatever, now you know. Bitch.
And now for the g-unit:
Anyway, she says (in her blog) that having deep and meaningful conversations with me is a thing of the past. You know what? That's cool. Not my fault you took my comment all out of context. But if it is the last time talk about stuff like that then let me say this:
You better stop fucking around and get with Jeff. How many people here would get with the person THEY KNOW they are going to spend the rest of their life with? yeah you in the back, put your hand down it was a rhetorical question, dumbass. But my point is is that..yo..cut the all bullshit you so adamantly hate and get with him! What the fuck? why are you waiting? I think you're afraid (as most people would) cause if you do..then your career, as it were, is over. Like you feel as if..."that's it" It's done. I found what i want...at 25. I have 60 more years to go. lol...yeah it can seem overwhemling and everything will really seem REAL. But dude, do you know How many people would give to know that the person they were going to spend thier life with was right there within reach and not like 8 years away?
First off, I know I may say it, but I don't know if Jeff is "the one." We're too different, and not in the good way. I don't doubt Jeff will be the guy I love forever, but that doesn't mean we should be together. I'm not getting with Jeff because I don't wanna get with Jeff. Jeff's not for me. The very best thing we can do for each other is remain friends. I don't have a "career," but I AM damn 24 years old and don't really wanna be all wifed up right now. At least not with Jeff. There's someone else out there and if not, I'd rather be alone. No disrespect, but I need someone who doesn't infuriate me almost every time we speak. This ain't The Notebook, he's not Noah and I DAMN sure ain't Ally. In real life, that shit don't vibe. So there you have it, Jeff and I are not kismet, not meant to be, will NOT be. Move on, we both have. Get over it, bitch.
Now, on to some realness for YOUR ASS:
You're not gonna meet your wife online. Get over this whole "caterpillar to butterfly" scheme of yours (the "completion?" Stuff that shit in your shorts). Go out, not to a club, not to church or a bar, just OUT. Stop cringing in fear when you see a girl you like cuz you're scared of human interaction. You don't know yourself becuase you don't allow yourself to BE known. The only way you find out what you like and what you don't like is by TRYING stuff, not doggedly avoiding it. You're afraid of LIFE, Martini. And I love you, but that shit pisses me off sometimes. You talk about shit you don't even KNOW about. And that, my friend is ignorant, that shit is NOT bliss.
Now I'm not saying become some cracked out sex fiend or anything, I'm just saying LIVE. You're tired of being by yourself? DO something about it. Logging on to AIM everyday and looking for love online ain't gonna get it, either, cocksmoker. Get yourself out there, ask chicks for their numbers. If they say no, toss some water on them and keep it movin'. But you gotta get out there. You're 25, there's no space for shyness.
You're so dead set on meeting someone who's gonna "be with you through it all," but you don't even get TO that point. Martini, we're in our 20's this is the time to find ourselves and the person we wanna be with. You're waiting for an event, letting life pass you by. That very event you're waiting for has been happening to you, over the past few years, it's called LIFE. Get out there and LIVE IT!!
But that's me, and I'm still finding myself, though the groundwork has pretty much been lain. How many times do I say one thing, then switch it up? It's not my A.D.D., I'm just looking for the answer, like the rest of us. I may make a sailor look like a teddy bear, but I also know when and where to act up. My friends should know that about me, and half the time be right there with me.
The difference between us is, I take risks, you run from them, and what's sad, you know it, too. Stop it.
Love you, Bitch.
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