last night, this morning - kids make me ill na na
before i peace popped from the job spot last night, i did one last myspace check.and, by the way, i am not ashamed to pen my adventures in myspacing because i know everyone is equally obsessed with inter-webbing and trolling...
i digress...
i received an email...
CAN U SEX WITH ME?
a 15yr old from somewhereturdish, ca.
now...you're 15.
babies having babies.
apparently no one is watching boyz n the hood anymore and learning from the mistakes of doughboy. sex at a young age is getting you two things...a baby and jail time.
learn about it, don't do it.
nor do i appreciate the vast amount of emailage from underagers, in general. harkening my hot body for hot lovin will only work if you 1) have dreadlocks 2) are above 6ft tall 3) will take me to negril and back again and make me shout out your name 4) all of the above, and i might start undressing myself.
and, so, it's now 7:15pm...
i get off the train, running into cvs to get a new toothbrush. i have gorgeous teef.
i am engaging in a conversation with my friend, boluda - she's going to key food to pick up some prunes.
i say "mi amor, i'm going to cvs. meet me in there."
turn to ghetto boys, approximately 17yrs in age, on a bench in front of the cv...
ghetto boys "yo, lemme meet you in cvs. can i come?"
this didn't annoy me, so much as it made me think "you effing turds, go home. don't you have parents that want you to do your homework? instead you're yelling things out and acting animalistic towards people you don't even know, go home. home. if you even have one, you street monger turds."
and, we come to this morning.
currently sipping on coffee and snacking on mango.
checking my email in my towel with my zit creme on...
i receive yet another myspace email, except it's from a man with children, who is in a relationship- living in columbus, ohio
he writes "why you touching yourself in your picture?"
i am not touching myself, you dumb ass.
i was singing - it's an action shot. i was moving my hands, which kind of happen to look like they are grazing my left boob.
and if i was touching myself, which i often do - do you need to comment on it? no. go back to your honky kids and girlfriend, in ohio, and leave my beef patty eating, boob fondling, coco bread snacking ass alone.
i'd like to say i am going to stop trolling the world wide.
but, alas, i cannot.
it's an addiction.
2 hours until i get to work, then i'm on high speed connection all day.
posted by tinamarie @ 7:06 AM
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