My Hissy Fit

Some triflin’ bitch, mother to my nephews (which live with me at the present time, BTW), was hitting my Mom up for money. And not in a very nice manner either. Here is the little hissy fit I had over it:

Sometimes you just wanna tell certain people, “Get a job you lazy ass whore!” Or maybe that’s just me. Triflin’ bitches be hittin’ up people for money, playin’ on their sad little sob stories full of lies. Sick to death of it!! Exploit this one and than one until you are played out and have to move on to your next victim, oops I mean lover or friend. Yeah, some people ought to be ashamed. Then again maybe I’m wrong…maybe I ought to be a little more sympathetic and understanding.

I posted that to Facebook. My cousin was like, “U must b my cuzzin!!!” You know it!

LOL– she is the cousin that always wished she was African American (shoot, I really think we have an African ancestor within the last 300 years or so, ha)  so I guess she was lovin’ my use of the vernacular. Hell, didn’t I go to school in Romulus, Michigan which is next-door to Inskter?! Ha! We keeps it real! Hahahahahaha. Oh, I suppose I should add an “up in this bitch” to that.

But really, so sick of this bitch, my former pseudo sister-in-law exploiting my mother or anyone who will listen to her for that matter. This bitch conveniently became a lesbian after spending a few weeks in jail– probably just to exploit some poor female she met there– SCARY SHIT!

Fuck that bitch, fuck that bitch. She can live in the gutter for all I care. All she seems to care about is herself and her partying. Now she is screwed. It seems my Mom refused to give this bitch some money. Bitch don’t realize her lies and attitude are played out around here. Especially when she hasn’t even been to see her boys for over 2 damn months! FUCK YOU BITCH! You are played out c u nest Tuesday.

“Just remember. ..KARMA…some people in this world will die lonely…in a run down roach infested room…..just sit back and wait….” one of my friends commented. Yes, I hope that is what’s in store for that bitch because of how she treated my parents, exploiting both my father and mother, and all the lies she told to and about everyone just so she could get her kicks.

 

Published in: on September 15, 2013 at 10:34 pm  Leave a Comment  

Fake People

fake people

 

Love this…so true. Fake people are so concerned with maintaining their image there is really nothing behind the image. It is sad because sometimes they wake up and realize just how empty they are. Some never wake up– those are the dangerous ones.

Oooh, I think I got myself the start of a novel…or at least a soap opera. LOL.

Published in: on September 15, 2013 at 4:35 pm  Leave a Comment