I was just minding my business and...

As crazy as I'm reported to be, I try to avoid drama at all costs. Not because I'm some timid mouse, but because I know for sure I could DESTROY a mf through word and action. So rather than go through all that shit and mussing the fro or fucking up my general sunny disposition, I sidestep.

But sometimes...mfs be testing me.

The suburb of ATL in which I live is relatively small, but the hood I'm from? It's even smaller. It's not altogether out of the ordinary for me to walk to the store and see someone that knew me before my hips even widened. Way less than six degrees of separation; so things like your cousin being good friends with your friend's nephew are not uncommon.

So yes that is my current association with this particular situation. My friend's nephew and my cousin are close. I used to be rather close to the nephew, having practically grown up with he and my friend, but he got a woman and well...you know how it goes. The more threatened new chick feels with the friendship, the more sporadic the phone calls become until there's no communication at all. That's ok...I took the loss. Fuck else was I gone do?

The chick he's with...I never liked her ass. She's one of them hoes that tries to be SO glossy and more, but be rocking shit like split ends and facial hair. Thinks everyone is jelly of her, but really they just plainly don't like her ass. She's very personality-deficient.

Now I have uncanny ability to read people inside out. After being subjected to her company twice, I let my friend know that she could gone and have at that lil friendship, but she shouldn't feel driven to include me on their jaunts. A lot of the things she said set off some alarms and rubbed me the wrong way. My conclusion - she was shady as fuck and a golddigger. I cared enough about nephew to voice my concerns, but of course I was deemed a hater and my words were cast aside.

Everybody was all hepped up on her ass because ooh she's lightskinned with long hair (the negro holy grail), no kids, and sweet and she chose nephew of all people when she could have had almost anyone and...

Pffftt. She chose nephew cause he was a damn easy mark. But by the time my friend and her various family members figured that out...it was a bit too late. Ole boy was caught up. And his pockets are still being turned inside out.

Mmmm mmm...hindsight be a mufucka.

Now, I've watched the saga of their relationship unfold from a very distant vantage (except for that one time I told a friend of a friend "fuck her" and it kinda got back to her...heh.) Other than that, I've had nothing to with nephew or his wifey.

But umm...my cousin just called and said that she talked to this hoe and she had the nerve to say she only met me once....at a damn football game. What in the fuck? It ain't been that long since I first met her, and if I remember her, then I know damn well she remembers me. I been up in this bitch's house and everything, but she on the phone with the cousin actin like I'm just a fucking concept and not a real live person. Fuck out of here with that.

Only reason I can think of that she would do that is because nephew probably told her that he and I dated for a short time. So mayhap she feels threatened by the history he and I had and wanted to transform me into some hazy memory.

But you know what? That's stupid! Why the fuck would you lie about some shit you ain't even gotta lie about?? When you do shit like that, it's imperative that I deem you crazy and give myself a huge pat on the back for being intuitive enough to call the situation correctly from the jump. So yeah I'm not so aggy because she doesn't remember me. I'm aggy because I know she does. Especially since she's "best" friends with someone I've known since middle school. Silly bitch. Gah!

Men are so dumb. They'll see all the signs but still get entangled in some fuckery. I remember clearly him calling me when he first started trifling with the heff; telling me that she was being too clingy and he needed some time apart. Next thing I know he was moving out with her...and I never heard from his ass again. It's like that nigga fell into an abyss.

Her abysmal pussy no doubt.

I'm just over here marveling that people can be so stupid about insignificant shit. I don't care about nephew...he chose to let our friendship die a natural death. I've had enough male friends to know that it's pretty much an eventuality. I certainly don't care about her because...she ain't shit. At most I want to strap that bitch to a chair and trim her ends....maybe get at them hairs on her upper lip with a tweezer.

Other than that? Whatever.

Posted by Lisa at December 19, 2006 02:34 PM