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Girl!

I really don't like shit starters.

The one thing that I really don't like about shit starters, is that no matter what happened in the moments leading up to the moment of conflict, the shit starter will make everything look like it's your fault.

Punk asses! Gross...

Recently, I had an encounter with a shit starter at a friend's party. I knew she was a shit starter because she and I had almost gotten into it before. She (like many other shit starters) clearly don't understand how to mind her own fucking business. The first time she and I had gotten into it, I told her point blank to get the hell out of my face. I didn't use violence, I used my words. Although they were aggressive, they got my point across, and she got out of my face.

However, I'm guessing home-girl forgot her lesson from our previous encounter and decided she had every right to interfere with an issue that had nothing to do with her. It all started with a camera phone.

I don't like people taking pictures of me without my permission. Now in a party situation, I normally don't mind, but when the party is fucking over, all cameras should be turned off. Why the hell you taking pictures of people as they're walking out of a door?

Anyway, that's exactly what happened to me, by someone I didn't know. I was already not in the best mood, so when that flash went off, I snapped. I grabbed the guy's camera and was getting ready to delete the picture, when this asshole grabbed me by the hood of my sweater. This move clearly made me more angry, thus inspiring me to break the camera instead. Just as I was about to smash that shit, "little miss mouth" decides she needs to speak up. My attention then went from the dude grabbing my collar and the camera to her.

My first thought was, who the hell is she? Second thought was, why the hell is she here?


I did not know her to be a friend of my friend, but the friend of someone I used to "know", and that I currently cannot stand.

All the anger I had built up inside of me came out on her.

I will be the first to admit any wrong doing on my part, I know I shouldn't take my anger out on people...but I really don't like this bitch.

I must say that I felt almost 100% better after going off on her and almost snatching her neck, but the events that followed forced my moments of 100% bliss to go down to a 87.

I feel kinda meh about the whole situation now. Since it happened just this past Friday, I'm kinda over it.

Hopefully, the next time I see the shit starter nothing will happen. I don't acting like that, but at least she and other shit starters know that I don't play games.

I'm so tired of dumb old bitches

That is it! I give up! I'm so tired of trying to be nice to this bitch at my job. I don't get her. Let me see how to describe her...she's the kind of person that you hate to speak to but have to because you share a tight space with said person. She is the kind of person that believes that she is right no matter what. She is the kind of person that is very set in her ways and thinks that other ways of thinking are wrong. She is the kind of person that is very annoying but thinks that her annoyance is cute and funny. She is also the kind of person that is as ugly on the inside as she is on the outside.

I try to stay clear of her, but how can I? We share a tight space! She has already violated my chi earlier on in our professional career and I can't believe that I actually allowed her to do it again today!

TODAY! This bitch tried to insult my intelligence. I hate when people do that. Just because I don't have the highest level of education under my belt people try to make it seem as if I'm just hopeless and clueless. I know I'm not the smartest person in the world but I'm not dumb. She tried to make me look stupid and tried to make me feel as though I don't have a place in any conversation that she is a part of because I'm just not up to par with her thinking skills. She does shit like that all the time (shutting me out of conversations even though I was the one who started them) and it really pisses me off, but something keeps telling me to just shut up because things will get better. I'm hoping they do cause I'm about to slap this bitch.

Ugh! If the loyal legion only knew her! She acts as if she is the greatest female/person on the face of the planet. She feels as if it is all about her and no one else. It's so damn annoying I sometimes have to vision myself in a Yukon Igloo with no one around for miles and miles. Isolation would be best when envisioning your happy place away from her. 

WOOOOOOOWWWWWW! She just doesn't know, one of these days I'm just not going to give a fuck. Seriously home girl is about thisclose to having me go 2004 on her ass. And if you're reading this and you knew me once upon a time in 2004 then you know how bad it's going to get.

I'm Dark and Lovely

I don't know why people put so much emphasis on my dark skin. I don't think I have dark skin, but I know I'm not light. I come from a mixed background so both sides of my family are all different shades of black. I hardly notice it now, but I know I did when I was younger. I have an aunt that's so light skinned I used to think she was white. I used to allow that thinking to believe that she and others like her were somehow better than me because of their fairer complexion. I have since realized that a person's exterior means nothing; it's all about how they are on the inside.

I know that and some of you know that, but there are some people out there that believe they are prettier, better, and even smarter than me because of their skin tone. It's so fucking frustrating, yet funny. I have fun proving those dimwits wrong. I have this one relative that waits for moments to show their intell and 9x out of 10 they're dead ass wrong. It cracks me up. I used to keep my little comments to myself about them, but fuck it I'm grown now.

I know I'm not the most attractive person in the world, but I know I'm not a dog. But do you know how many times I've been called ugly by someone of a fairer tone. Or I'll get comments like: you're pretty to be so dark. OOOOOOO that get's under my skin. Another thing that gets to me are the comments I get on my eye color. I'll admit; I have beautiful eyes. I'm pretty arrogant when it comes to my eyes because I know that I'm the only one with a color like mine. I don't even know how to describe them other than gorgeous. They change color and are hardly the same color two days in a row. I've gotten so used to them that I don't even notice the difference until someone tells me. I'll get compliments on my eyes or questions about the color then there are those assholes who have to ask me if my eye color is real. When I say yes, they always tell me to prove it. WHAT THE HELL? Like I'm going to stick my finger in my eye and risk getting some sort of infection over your dumbass. I don't think so.

It really irks the hell out of me. And It really irritates the hell out of me when I'm with a light skinned friend of mine and they'll tell her so proudly that she's so pretty and has beautiful hair (it's a weave), but when it comes to my eyes these mofos want me to prove to them that a negro like me can have such Anglo looking eyes. Fuck you!

The wackass ideology that African Americans all have dark skin, dark eyes, and kinky dark hair is so stupid. Majority of us, yes, but not all. To believe that is to believe in the stereotype of the typical negro and I'm no typical negro. In fact, I don't know typical negroes. If you do please holla at me.

I refuse to be put into a bubble and told to stay in my place, while being a good little negro and please the good white folk. Fuck that! I'm here to make a difference in the world and if I have to do it by being dark and lovely so be it.