As each day passes, I am more amused by the abundant assortment of bitchassness that I’ve been encountering on the damn-near daily basis. It’s as though people are losing their f*cking minds on the regular; and the mood I’ve been in lately, I don’t know whether to continue to laugh in their faces or punch them.
From the buffoon who randomly decides to display his pocket of ‘wealth’ (as if I’m impressed by how much money he has *blank stare*) to the guy who is afraid to ‘man-up’ about every freakin’ thing (you ain’t got to lie, Craig), to the green-ass women who attempt to watch and criticize my every move (put the fork, spoon, and knife down and hit the gym, and hit the books too while you’re at it), to all the passive aggressive ways that people don’t think I take note of (seriously?), I’m ready to implode. And there have been so many times that I really wanted to ask:
Do you seriously think I give two f*cks about your money?
Do you really think that I would take your advice when you’re a hot damn mess in a dress?
Do you truly think you could hurt me or do me any kind of damage at all, after ALL that I’ve been through, seriously??
Does it really look like I care about anything at all that has to do with you? No, I’m really not joking, does it?
Do you know how stupid, childish, idiotic, asinine, and just foolish you sound more than half the time? I’m serious.
Do you honestly think I care about your house that you can’t afford to pay the mortgage on, your truck that you can’t afford to put gas in, your car that you want to buy just to keep up with the Jones’, your women that you f*ck to boost your pint size ego, your bullshit that you keep talking for some god-forsaken reason as if anyone still believes you, and do you seriously think I give a damn about your thoughts and opinion on any f*cking thing? Seriously??? Bitch please …
