hot pants and pumas and douche bags, oh my
i just received the crème de la crème of all myspace emails.a 17 year old from babylon, long island just asked me…
U EVER HAVE SEX.
written, just like that.
with those wicked verbal skills, you little 17 year old shit, no one in their right mind would sleep with you.
and yes, i have sex, you little punk ass turd.
sure, yeah, maybe not in a while.
but i have it.
right now i may be the one driving the pootnaynay wagon, but someone is going to jump on it - jump on it.
and by that i mean, i am chanting the sugarhill gang to myself to feel better.
dj temporican is being cyber stalked by the same duder as me. and by duder i mean shithead.
and by shithead i mean leave me alone, i am pre-monstering.
last night i had a dream about a man had a quasi relationship with, and i woke up crying.
and by woke up crying, i mean i emailed him this afternoon.
not about how he loved me in my dream, but about what he was wearing.
and by what he was wearing, i mean i was wishing he was really with me this morning.
i went off of the nerve.com to get men out of my life, and they keep doing the creep. not only into my bed, but into temporican's too.
i think she and i should just live an alternate lifestyle together.
and i don't sleep with men or boys from long island or jersey - so keep your hair gel to yourself and find another hip-hop goddess to harass. dang.
and if last summer boy ever finds this, i am effed.
royally.
but it's a risk i gots to take as a gangsta.
posted by tinamarie @ 5:36 PM
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