It’s ridiculous, its unfair, it just ain’t right, how easy it is to push folks buttons. I wouldn’t let someone know I’d read and became upset by their words- not even in an attempt to “call them out.”
I should become a flute player because I just played a certain aspiring yet elderly film maker like a FLUTE!! The one that controls your emotions controls YOU!!
I hope she makes her films in the backwoods of wherever, because if she could jump into my obvious snare with both eyes open, she won’t have a chance of making it in a city with a population over 10.
HA HA HA!!
So simple, far too simple. The simpleness of the conquest actually deprived me of some of the pleasure. I require a worthy opponent. Everybody ain’t hood, some of them are country. She certainly ain’t no Southern Belle. Whether she is ghettohood or ghetto country the reaction will be the same.
Let the games began while I grab my strings. The strings I use to control the moves of my puppet.
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!!
P.S. White folks are mushy (press your finger in their arm and watch it leave a mark) and while I don’t have the stomach to look at one, I’m sure a white mans penis is pink.
Listen up ma’am. You know EXACTLY how to contact me if you wish. Monica.Mingo@comcast.net. I don’t hide NOR do I play footsies. I always thought you were ridiculous as you WELL KNOW. The obviousness was always THERE. RIGHT there. ALWAYS.
You say you pushed my buttons…I say you were saying what is in your heart…just as you said what you did about homosexuals that time I had to check your azz. How would you have thought you were pushing my buttons KNOWING I no longer read the site you made your comment on. The funny thing about it is that the person who sent it to me is one of your cyber “friends” that has always wondered why it was that I couldn’t stand you…her email opened with…now I know…she’s as fake as a three dollar bill. And when you’re that fake…no one is going to be REAL with you…they smile in your face and laugh at you behind your back.
So…while you think you’re so clever…please remember this. I ain’t scared of your azz. And never will be. You amuse me and always have with your fake azz PHOTOSHOPPED persona.
I wish for you to find a reason to be who you are and to be TRUE to what you stand for. If it’s biggotry and hate…EMBRACE IT. Seems as if it’s your calling because you’re dang good at it. The fact that you had BEST FRIENDS whom you felt that way about is telling…very…VERY telling.
I wish you enlightenment.
Comment by CreoleInDC — August 7, 2007 @ 8:09 pm
I know you ain’t scared. What would you be scared of? I ain’t coming to your house and if you come to mine I won’t open the door. LOL.
What is going on in cyberspace that people need to discuss the fakeness or realness of a blogger? I’m amazed that you are able to find people willing to dicuss why you can’t stand me. In either situation- Do people care? Who cares? Who really cares? Why does anyone care?
I don’t fit into neatly into the box of impressions and expectations you and my former cyberfriend (and some other bloggers) built so therefore I must be fake. I’m not on a mission to prove myself genuine, kind, thoughtful, a fighter for equality, a lover of all things breathing or whatever else to cyber strangers. I’m totally okay with bloggers thinking I’m fake as a $3 bill.
I invite everyone to read my fairytale and think what they will.
Comment by c2a — August 7, 2007 @ 9:25 pm
I know some of you are being directed here by Creole in DC.
Question: Is there some middle aged bored woman’s network, I don’t know about? Some of those folks over there are so angry. Its almost like a teens myspace page.
Talking about slapping sh** out of folks. For real? Sounds like someone has too much energy. They need to tell their husband to slap they booty cuz they need to ease some to their frustration.
Comment by call2arms — August 7, 2007 @ 9:44 pm
Ya’ll really need to quit….it is embarrsing.
Nobody has to like nobody but make sure you present yourselves before the whole world in a way in which you remain respected but most of all in a way in which you maintain respect for yourself.
Comment by Shannon Munford — August 8, 2007 @ 5:38 pm
You are the anger management person.
I had a brief moment of venting, probably could have used the energy for something else but I live, I learn, I move on.
Comment by call2arms — August 8, 2007 @ 7:08 pm
Live, learn and move on…. Thats all we can do and pray for those who get stuck.
Comment by Angry in L.A-Shannon — August 8, 2007 @ 11:53 pm
Whoa! I missed this drama and it is just as well.
Comment by Mwabi — August 13, 2007 @ 8:11 am
Wow I came in here looking for my usual dose of feel good and I walk into some straight drama. C2A damn what people think, I know you have to show folks sometimes that you can get gully if you need to and you’ve proven that. Now….can I have my feel good moment?
Comment by Jen — August 14, 2007 @ 2:52 pm
I guess this is what Fiyah meant. Live and let live…whoever doesn’t like you doesn’t have to be around you. LOL @ “making it in a city with a population over 10″
Comment by Nia — August 15, 2007 @ 5:43 pm