It's Complicated...And I Don't Like You

I really don't get the point in facebook relationship statuses, but since I changed my status from "single" to "complicated" there has been a big...HUGE improvement in how people talk to me. 

I barely talk to anyone on facebook. I usually post majority of my blog posts as statuses, and check photos of far away cousins. The only time I'm ever really on facebook is when I'm writing on this blog or when I open a new tab and forget to logout. And I hate when I forget to log out because for some reason I get these...people, who like to fb chat about the dumbest shit.

Topics: I had a crush on you in high school, you look good, do you have a boyfriend, why you still single, you know I love  you right?, I'm sorry for that time when we argued over that thing. 

Whatever, dumbshit!

So I changed my relationship status to see if things would change, and they have. However, there is this one fellow who just doesn't get the hint. Where most have gone on to bug someone else, he still lingers in a quest to annoy the hell out of me.

Once upon a time we used to talk. Then instead of being with me he began a 2 year relationship with a good friend of mine (JOY!!!). Since they have broken up, he sends me messages, and pokes me (who still pokes people?) everyday. It's pretty annoying.

I changed my relationship status to  maybe let this dude know that my life has gone on, but nope! Instead of backing off he sends me a message asking me who am I dating? Then he sends another one telling me that if he were my man then our relationship would be "complicated" at all.

I have yet to respond to any of these messages. I don't think it's healthy to respond to stalkers. However, I do find it funny that I'm receiving the attention I want from someone I don't want it from and nothing from the people that I do like and want to talk to. UGH! That is truly the only complicated shit in my life at the moment.

pic snatched from the frisky

EWW!

Why does this always happen to me. I find something that I absolutely adore, then I'm punched in the face with disturbing news. 

Taco Bell, the restaurant I've been having a love affair with for the past 6 months, has been selling me fake meat.

JUST GROSS!!!

According to fitperez.com, Taco Bell is being sued for misleading customers and having them believe that they are selling them 100% real beef win in reality their "beef" is actually made up of wheat oats, soy lecithin, maltodextrin, anti-dusting agents (the hell?), autolyzed yeast extract, modified corn starch, sodium phosphates, other non-meat extenders (my cousin swears it's ants), and only 35% real meat.

What the hell are they feeding us? Is this shit even legal to consume?

Well I don't know about you but I'm pissed...I can't possibly go on.

snatched from  fit perez

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. 

Man F*ck That Cat!

45 mins into the red carpet

And he is soooooo annoying!

*edit* why did he ask Maggie Gyllenhaal what she had for breakfast? I'm glad she didn't answer the question cause it made him feel real dumb. Dude was turning all red and shiz. Hilarious! Keep up the good work Maggie.