its the end… September 6, 2007

Well, I basically ended my “best friendship” with Latoya. She is pretty much a fucking dumbass. Here is how it went:

Last night, I logged onto my facebook and noticed that I had a message in my in-box. Guess from who? Yep, you guessed right. The Confused One. So, I opened it. It said:

“WHY WAS I NOT INVITED TO THE GAME? I WANNA GO TO ? “

She was referring to my status on my facebook stating , “Brittany is excited about attending the UMD vs. Clemson game on Oct. 27 with her love!” For some reason I was kind of glad that she saw it even though I wasn’t trying to hurt her feelings by not telling her. So, after I read her “well thought out messsge,” here is what I sent to her:

 

“oh, wow you FINALLY wanna hang out with me? oh, gosh i feel so honored! *note the sarcasm*”

 

This is when she started acting stupid:

 

 

“what you mean i finally wanna hang out you could have hung out with me the night i came to your house to go to the avenue”

 

Wrong answer Confused One. Let us get things straight:

 

 

“i was kinda invited at the last minute. duh! i mean it is not like you called me and said, “hey, you wanna go to the club with us?” and you really didn’t invite me. i said, “i should go out with yall.” you gotta get things straight girl.”

 

So she comes back with some even gayer shit:

 

“U still could have went da club wasdnt even open yet”

She never understands shit. I am a deep thinker obviously, so that answer was not going to fly with me:

 

 

“wow, you truly don’t get it. imma kinda end this right here because i don’t feel that i should keep explaining things to you like that. all im going to say is this: if you knew you were going to go to the club, and if we are “supposedly” friends then you would think that i would possibly want to go. but, ya didn’t. i know that if one of my old friends invited me to the club or something, i would call you and tell you about it. bye.”

 

So, then she wants to make things even more confusing for herself:

 

 

“i didn’t know untill the last minute that we were goin untill this boy that was promoting it gave us an invite and that was late”

 

Ok, here is when I try to actually end shit:

 

 

“ok, whatever.”

 

Obviously the wrong answer for her:

 

 

“what are you mad about it now?”

 

Who said anybody was mad? Do I have to be mad to express myself?:

 

 

“no, i ended it a long time ago. don’t you read?”

 

Tee hee.

 

 

“ok smart ass whatever”

 

No, bitch I said I was ending it.

 

 

“yep, i am a smart-ass. kinda proud of it too. “

 

She didn’t like that. I loved it.

 

 

“I thought you ended it y r you still talkin”

 

And here is the answer to that:

 

 

“because i can do whatever the hell i want. that’s pretty much why latoya.”

 

Now she wants to stop talking:

 

 

ok brittany goodbye

 

And I am extremely happy to be dismissed:

 

 

byez!

 

First off, the bitch can’t spell. There is a thing call online lingo and then there is grammar. She is lacking in the grammar and spelling department. She didn’t think about shit that she said because, if she found out about the club invite then she should have called me. And also, she fucking forgot about what she told me when she came to my house:

 

“Yeah, we went out to get these clothes for the club. It took us a while to find the shorts though. We had to go to the maternity section for those.”

 

Ok, now correct me if I am wrong, but if you had time to buy clothes for the club, then you would have had time to call me, right? And is your body that jacked that you have to buy maternity clothes for the club just so they fit right? Maybe she thought that they could be used for that bastard baby she will conceive soon. Dumb bitch.

 

Wow, it feels so great to vent and I am glad that I ended that. After that whole conversation I deleted her from my friends list from both my facebook and my myspace. I just totally ended shit which feels like a great weight had been lifted off of my shoulders.

time for a change so soon… September 5, 2007

Wow. I am already for a new blog because, I really can’t stand the fact that I can’t edit my themes or anything. I should have known that this wouldn’t have worked because I really don’t like being limited. So, I decided that when I get home from work, I am going to sign up with a host and create a wordpress.ORG account and close off this wordpress.com. I will keep the site name ECLECTICHEART, but I won’t be satisfied until everything is ready to go. In the meantime, I will keep blogging here just keep my readers (if I have any) updated. I will post a new site URL soon. If anyone who actually reads my blog has any suggestions don’t hesitate to post. Now, on to other things.

I should have placed this in an older entry, but who cares. I am doing it now. Last Sunday night, my “best friend” Latoya and her friend Danielle came to my house around 8′ish. It was the most random shit ever. To start it all off I recieve 2 phone calls from her, but I decided not to pick them up because she has been pretty flaky lately. Then, not even 5 minutes after my phone stops ringing, I hear that gay-ass buzzing noise from my intercom. It was Latoya and Danielle. They came up in my house dressed like the hoochie mommas of the year. They dressed so much alike it was fucking scary! They had on these black slutty “show everybody your shit” shirts and these really short booty shorts. The only difference between the two outfits was that Latoya had on heels and Danielle had on the fugliest fur-trimmed boots I have ever seen. I was kinda shocked and humored at the same time. And get this: The only reason why they came to my place was to park in my parking lot for FREE so they could just walk around the corner to club Avenue. They didn’t invite me or anything. It was a free night also. I thought it was kinda harsh because every special little event I go to, I always invite Latoya. And when she gets around Danielle she is a whole different person. She is sluttier.

So, I was like, “Maybe I should come?” I just wanted to see her reaction. She wasn’t very excited about the idea of me hanging around them. Like I was some unwanted third wheel or some shit. “Yeah, you should come.” was all she said. Blank, fake-ass tone and all. I don’t understand some females. When you call them your best friend or whatever and you guys are cool for a while, there is always one that is all buddy-buddy in your face. But, when she gets around someone else, shit changes. I don’t like that fake shit. That is probably why I only like hanging out with guys. They are real and straight-forward like shit. And they are fucking funny.

Oh, and here is the other thing. I told her to call me when she leaves the club so I would know when they got back to my parking lot. She couldn’t even do that shit. She was probably drunk as hell or getting fucked. I don’t know.

And here is another thing that I don’t understand about her. She is supposed to be “engaged” to this guy named John or whatever. She has known him for about 7 or 8 years. But, she was always dating and fucking other guys. Then all of a sudden, just recently, they decide that they want to be together and have a baby and get married and blah, blah, blah. WTF! How the hell are you gonna just not talk to a guy for years, fuck random dudes and decide you wanna get back together with him and say I am engaged. She has no money, she is living with her mother, and she is obviously confused about life.

Here is how I think it should go:

1) Save money (duh!)

2) Start searching for a nice apartment to call home.

3) Rent it out.

4) Save more money.

5) Wait until the right moment for marriage.

6) Get married (wedding bells)!

7) Then you think about having a child you dumb fuck!

I don’t know. Maybe I over analyzed it, but that seems more logical, don’t ya think?

And guess what else? The nigga is in jail. John is a fucking jail bird. He is charged for fucking grand theft auto. Now something doesn’t add up. You say you love him or whatever, you are supposedly engaged to the muthafucka, he ends up in jail, and now what do you do? Go clubbing and fuck married niggas? And use no condom? Wow, what a wonderful life that is.

Wow, I ranted way to much. But, I feel that it is time for me to make new and better friends. On to more positive things.

Last night was pretty chill. I picked up Josiah from the babysitters, came home and watched some tv with him, got on my laptop while he took a nap, made dinner (lamb chops, broccoli, mixed veggies), ate and went to bed. Nothing special.