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Today is crap-ass. I am hereby protesting the rest of the day by staying my ass in the house and not going out. Because I refuse to allow today to suck any more than it already has. Suck Factor 1: Wrath of the Whipped I got into 4 seperate arguments with 3 different Stalkalistic Ex'es. I don't even want to get into it. But it's amazing how they all manage to resurface around the same time, be it by phone or by drive by stalking. I'm sick of these niggas. I can't wait until I move. No one but my momma is gonna know where I stay. And thats how I want it, because then I'm buying a 9 for my right and a 45 for my otha hand. Them niggas will catch more than a cussing out if they trespass on my land. Suck factor 2: Copy cat heffas I woke up to a sight that made me want to turn in my crown and scepter. I went outside to wash my car and found 4 baby hoodroaches on the corner dressed identical to me. Wife-beaters, who cares. I dont have the patent on the wife beaters of Compton movement. I wouldn't have tripped if they hadn't had the plaid Old Navy pants rolled up at the ankle like I do when I wash my car ( and this morning, I was about to wash the car... I dont know why them heffas had cuffs in their old-navy-yoga-kung-fu-kick-yo-ass-pants). Then one of them snatched the blue scarf off (like mine) and the heffa had cornrows. ALL OF THEM HAD CORNROWS! Now I thought it was a coincidence that certain folks appeared with spiral curls and shit after I did it. I wasn't trippin, once again, I dont hold the rights to the straw set. But this shit was just ridiculous. It was like the damn pod people movie, where the aliens would have pods in your basement and make slimy clones of you. Them hoes looked like swap meet knock off Misty's. BLAH. Get cha own style hoe! I swear people exist just to piss me off. Suck factor 3: Someone drank all the Kool-aid. And there is no more in the house. I went out to get my Teddy Grahms outta my trunk, and couldnt find them. So I went to the store to get some, and they were out of Cinnamon. So I went to look for something to drink, no Mountain Dew Code Red. So I picked up my pictures from SavOn, and I cannot load them onto this site for some stankin reason. And my hands hurt. I did my eyebrows even after I said I was protesting. I couldn't help it. But now I'm in pain. So yeah, today sucked ass. But I'm not trippin. I'm safe in my house with my momma. Can't nobody do nothing to me now, suckas. And Jr is screening my calls. So I'm where I need to be, where it's safe. As of now, everything can kiss my ass. And I mean it until 12:00 a.m. tomorrow morning. That is all.