You Have Only Made It Worse

This is definitely not mixed feelings; I am very angry and temperamental this morning. Alas I’m not one of those people that can ‘sleep over it’ and wake up delighted in the morning, I am not. I wake up in the middle of the night & it is fresh on my mind.

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I can’t stand people poking their noses in my life especially when it is people that I respect (e.g. parents, uncles & aunties). I do not react very well to people judging me wrongly, or assuming they know what you have no fucking idea about.

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With my eyes rolled, I will not even pretend to listen to you & your admonishments but I may just be there till you finish, however, believe me, you will get the very opposite result, and whatever you may have been complaining about is just about to get worse. I’m about to give you something to talk about, since you want to drink Panadol for another mans headache, here comes high blood pressure.

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Who the fuck do you think you are talking to? Do I look like a kid to you?

How dare you talk about my friends? Do you know them?

Do you want to remodel my means for me? If you don’t fucking like my method & its madness, go & jam electric pole

I am the KING of my life, & no one else, are you my GOD?

How dare you even suggest to me the way you think I should live my life? Na you get my life?

Do you have any idea the kind of person I am?

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Sorry guys, but I’m not going into details here for obvious reasons. If you see me today with a puckered brow, just know that it’s not about you, or maybe it may just be about you, or better still, we can make it about you.

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I’m not sure I’m even in the mood to try to make myself happy.

Have a nice weekend, I’ll be fine

iReport Myself

For the past few weeks, I’ve been meaning to put up a post but I have succeeded in failing, and that’s why I’m here to report.

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It is no fault of mine, blame RIM (Research In Motion), it’s entirely their fault. I’ve been doing just fine with my ordinary make call, receive call, send text, receive text phones until I went and got me a blackberry.

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The blackberry is serving the purpose for which it was procured, & more. The ‘more’ is both negative & positive. However, I am not here to report myself that I now have porn right there in my hand for the viewing pleasures of me & others *SMH*

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I had refused to use my bb for more than its originally intended use, because of its seeming anti-social nature until I got invited to this group. I have been on others before, some I was silent, some I wasn’t, and others I lasted a day or two before leaving, but this group has got me hooked.

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This group I speak about is actually nothing so fantastic, started out as a joke but has become like a virtual big brother house, & now it has gotten me addicted such that I now take my charger to work because before the end of my lunch break my battery has run out.

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Now, besides the joviality and the many great laughs I have on this group, there are some prospects of getting a shag, or 2, but I’m not sure I want to tow that line, just yet. Especially because most of the girls there are just bloody cockteasers & I would rather fuck someone with a brain I can pick, & not some over-zealous third year university student decked with N95,000 lace-wig & looks like Donna Summer (LMAO, bad belle sha) these babes are HOTT sha *wink*

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Long thing, a writer always has more conversation than a chatter. Quote me & sue me if you like. I would rather try to shag a blogger instead; now, you didn’t hear that

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Ok, enough said, I undertake to give my bloggers more attention than be carried away by the flighty fantasies of a blackberry group.