RANT: I really don't like this bitch!

I try my hardest to redirect my energy towards something constructively positive like any other 23 year old, but there is always this little thing in the back of my sub conscience that would love for me to act 15 all over again. Lemme give you an example: This bitch is really getting on my nerves. I have soooo tried my hardest to keep from getting in contact with her and giving her a piece of my mind, but that damn sub conscience keeps poking at me poking at me. 

While in California, I was told something that this individual said about me. I couldn't believe what she said, especially since the last time I got in contact with this individual she acted as if she didn't want to say anything to me. Not only did this person look at me as if I were a piece of shit on the bottom of a run-over shoe, but she deleted me off of facebook, which is the ultimate kiss off  to a friendship.

I thought I was being the bigger person by taking the high road and not ever mentioning this bitches name, but I have finally lost it. Fuck her and fuck it. Fuck Sharron McDaniel. Bitch I hate you and don't you dare try to act dumb with me. Goofy bitch you know what you did, and don't play with me. Keep my fucking name out of your mouth. You have no reason to talk about me or mention my name but you still do it. Do you want me? Sorry I don't swing that way. How about you focus on keeping your legs closed so you won't be thinking about me when the dicks you encounter  do you wrong. All in all get a life you confused little cunt.

WOW! That made me feel 100% better. 

Back from Cali!

Back from Cali and I had to have a day of rest. WOOOOO! I didn't know that sleep was so important until my last full day in Cali. I barely slept before the trip and I felt the major lack of it on the last day. A friend and I were walking on Santa Monica Pier and boom! I felt like passing out. SO the lesson of the day: Get at least 8 hours of sleep before any major traveling. 

Anywho, remember the guy I said was a real man? The one I pocket dialed on accident? Well UGH! What in the hell? I have seriously been talking to Patrick Bateman since January 2010 and didn't even know it. WOW! dude just flipped on me like some major wack job then tried to say that it was I. I basically asked him why he was acting so shady towards me and he said, and I quote, "I can't deal with this. This is too much. You are over analyzing everything!"

What? How can one over analyze if there is nothing there to analyze. And I must admit that I was a little awkward when I went to go see him, but give me a break it was technically our first meeting since the first time I met him in October of 2008. Bitch please! On to the next one. 

Besides dealing with crazy ass dudes, being sleep deprived, and going ridiculously broke, I must say that I had a good time in California. I ran into some speed bumps, but all is good, and I can't wait for my next trip. I'm planning on visiting my family in December and bringing in the new year with my friends. I really enjoyed myself and couldn't believe how hospitable my friends and family were to me and my friend. They are seriously the best!

He has a &*$%#@! Kid!

Why does this always happen to me. I mean, I find a guy that I think is cool as hell and he slowly but surely begins to show me that he's nuttier than squirrel shit.

First it was the random phone calls at 3 AM. WTF mofo? I constantly tell people about my busy schedule and how I love my rest, and this random dude who I haven't even gone out with yet, decides to call me during a good ass dream. OOOOHHHHHH don't you hate that? When you wake up in the middle of a good ass dream! I mean you’re just about to find out who or what that strange shadow is, or what's at the end of that long tunnel you've been running through, then BAM! You're awakened by:

• some random ass object hitting the floor

• a loud crack of thunder

• the bass from that slow creeper outside of your window

• a neighbor knocking on your door wanting to beg for something

• a gun shot

• your mutha%$#@!&* cell phone

Goodness I hate that. That night, something told me not to leave my phone on and not to put it under my pillow, but ever since I had a little incident back in 2008 (I'll get into it later) I have to keep my phone on, because what if someone needs me like I needed them (I said I'll talk about it later!).

That night I was dreaming I was in my dream world. I was floating on a cloud with a delicious steak dinner (medium) and a fantastically prepared white Russian across from my dream man (pick one) in a three piece suit. He was just leaning in to kiss me when my damn phone began to buzz under my pillow.

I freaked out, because I just knew it was one of my friends calling me with an emergency. Everyone who knows me personally knows don't call me after 11 PM. I looked at the phone, and I furiously rubbed my eyes. Why the hell is the DUDE calling me at 3 in the damn morning. I didn't answer. I quickly turned the phone off and tried to go to sleep. However, I did something that I promised myself that I would never do, I went to bed angry.

Oh yea I was pissed. Do any one of my Loyal Legion of 1 know how long it's been since I've had a steak dinner (medium)? It's been so damn long that this song plays when I think about it. I don't care if it was a dream, I wanted to live in that dream for the rest of my sleep. The moments I spent checking my phone and trying to get back to sleep are 45 mins I will never get back.

I woke up the next day still furious about what happened just a few hours earlier. So I texted him why he felt a need to text me at 3 AM, AND DO YOU KNOW WHAT HE REPLIED? because i was up lol!

Oh a hee hee hell mofo! I know you ain't randomly call me up at no damn 3 AM while I was dreaming about my steak (medium) just so I can be your entertainment. What the hell? You better watch a Proactiv commercial and call it a night, cause I'm not the one.

Anyway he's texting me and I'm not responding because I really don't have anything to say, so he calls me. I answer. We're talking. I hear a noise in the background. I ask are you watching Barney? He says no my son is.

What???? Okay dude at what point during our two week conversational (is that a word? Well it is now!!!) exchange were you going to tell me that you had a son? Okay strike 3!

My jaw dropped just as the kid started to make some kind of kid noise and he had to get off the phone. He called me back 30 mins later, but I was away from my phone. When I saw that he called I asked myself, should I call him back. I honestly still haven't answered that question. I don't know if I should call him back, and yes it's because of the kid. I was willing to deal with the random goofiness, because we all deal with that at times, but a kid? But more important a kid that isn't mine. Oh hell no!

NEXT!!!

What doesn't kill us will only make us stronger...

If only Stronger was playing to keep my spirits up, maybe my day would have gone a lot smoother. The thing about a bad day is that it starts off like any other day. If only the omen was kind enough to make its presence known, then I would know if I should even leave my home. Things go much smoother when I get to relax and watch Wendy Williams. I knew I should have played my Wake Up It's Morning Playlist, but noooooo I had to watch Bill and Ted.

With my day pretty much shot to shit, the last thing I wanted to do was be nice to people. The negativity poured out of me while I explained why everyone in my class was a dumb shit. Okay, not really but I damn sure implied it.

After my day finally came to an end, I sat back and enjoyed a viewing of Terminator 2: Judgement Day. I don't know how you relax, but I like to watch mofos get their head blown up.

And what is it with the Terminator series? This last with Christian Bale was the biggest disappointment of 2009. When I heard that Mr. Bateman was going to be the new John Conner, I did my first and last back flip. There are many more reasons as to why I was so excited, but I'll try to make my long list short:

1. I was really happy that Ape Actor was no longer being considered for the part. He made the third installment terrible, and after I saw him as the yellow dude in Sin City, I pretty much made up my mind about him. I never wanted to see him in another movie ever again.  
2. I've been a fan of the Terminator since for ever. I was one of those kids saying Hasta La Vista Baby, and I watched the third installment so much I almost know all of the shooting script by heart.
3. Christian ''Sir Psycho Sexy'' Bale is a certified bad ass. He's an enigma, and what little I do know about him is that he's: a) British b) kinda crazy. Who else would threaten to kill their mother, get arrested, and show up to a major movie premier like nothing is wrong? Either he's crazy or the hardest working man in Hollywood.

After the release of the Patrick Bateman Christian Bale rant, I knew I had to see this movie. Anyone who cares that much about a scene, had to be creating a freaking masterpiece.

BOY WAS I WRONG! Bale was great, Bryce was cool, Sam Worthington was yum-o, but Tim Burton's piece? Does she have to be in every freaking movie I see? My mind was immediately trying to think of a time when her face didn't haunt the movies I went to see. Her, the creepy little girl, the over the top special FX, the dinky love story, and the fake Arnold Schwarzennegro made it official. The Terminator and I were f-ing done professionally.