blood on the dancefloor

I find it completely and utterly hysterical (read: sad, unfortunate, Ihavegottodobetter) that I could have written about my awful choice in guys just 3 days prior, and that when I first met (let's call him) Crip 3 weeks prior, I told my dear Peggy Sue that there is something about him that makes me feel like I'd be taking two steps back. He smelled like a bad guy. Eyes smouldered like a bad guy. Dammit I'm a sucker for eyes. But, last night, in the interest of "giving him a chance" I did. FAIL. my initial evaluation of him was right. Crip ain't shit. rude. selfish. ARROGANT. Woooooo chiiiile, he thinks highly of himself. Which is odd because at no more than 5'8, how high can one see oneself? The answer: his feet are dangling off clouds right now. that high. Some man was on Oprah a couple of months ago saying that humans are the only animals that don't follow their instincts. Think what he's saying is bullshit? Just take a look at my catalog.

Oh but here's my dear Sue calling now. some boy is asking if I have a blackberry. She sounds exhausted. And so am I, as we def concluded our umpteenth venus vs. mars conversation less than 45mins ago. somewhere between cursing out a dumb jamaican broad wearing white pum pum shorts (whilst sending up thank yous to God for not being Jamaican, sorry Dubs) for being incapable of parking the big body church van she was driving and while niggas on the other side of the service road drinking ciroc by the caseload (coconut, if you're curious) threatened to hit us with bottles. and in the midst of all that confusion, we still had no answer as to who these guys are that I'm encountering on a regular basis. so, seeing that I guard my pin like I guard my loins, she cannot tell him that I have a berry. she did use words like smart and ambitious to describe him. some kinda bio degree or some shit. so maybe I'll reply to his fb msg if he ever works up the nerve to send it. in the meantime, I'm going to bed because the score is currently Crip 1, me 0. and I need my beauty sleep if I'm going to win this war. soo woo if you bangin', motherfucker.