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.