Following your first mind.

I shoulda stayed my ass in the house. Well, I was all set to go for round 2 with Queen vs. the Holiday Party, but I was attacked before I could even start up the Imperial Stang. I don't want to get into too much detail because I'm still pissed. But lets just say ex-Baby decided to make himself late for work staking out my car, and sho nuff, when I get to the car, who pops up but him, starting an argument. It was a stupid argument, but I was so pissed and hurt that I didn't want to leave anymore. So I went back inside, did the online auto insurance thing for Junior, and took my ass to bed. What is hella bad, is now when I think about it I'm reminded of that damn Oran "Juice" Jones talkin about "I saw you (and him) walkin in the raaaaayyynne, you were holdin hands and I'll never be the saaaame." Y'all know you remember that horrific song. When ex-Baby was talking to me he sounded like the part when the nigga was like, "Did you miss me? Oh really? I missed you too! I missed you so much I FOLLOWED YOU TODAY! Yeah! So close your mouth 'cuz you're cold busted!" LMAO... nigga had the nerve to be mad because I allowed someone to visit me Monday for 15 damn minutes, outside, in the cold, and said stalkalistic nigga came back yesterday without permission, as stalkalistic playas are apt to do. Now keep in mind that this is a dude I don't even remotely want to get with. Shit I've already had him. He's still thinking about my ass 4 years later. Anyway, yeah. ex-Baby was upset so he ruined my damn night. So I didn't go out, and I didn't find a date as a result. Final Score Day 2: Shit-ass Holiday Party: 2 The Almighty NH Queen: 0 Shit sucks, man. I am still cold, and I dont care what anyone says. When you're used to 70-90 degree weather, 50 something is cold! I am FREEZING, and I'm dressed with so many layers I look like a mini-bag lady. The shit has got to cease. I dont think I can take much more. *sniff* I miss the heat, dammit! Unfortunately I actually have work this morning. And I'm still pissed and sad from ex-Baby's bullshit, so I don't feel like writing anymore. I'm too busy having a mini pouting fest, cursing and condemning the vast majority of males to their doom in a firy hell. So lemme go to work. I don't care what y'all do. I just hope you're having a better morning than I am. Later.