Thursday, August 7, 2008

Fake ass!

Why the hell do people pretend to be something they're not? I don't know either, but they know they need to stop! My ex-boyfriend is a trip...First of all, let me give you a little history. We dated in high school. A lot of people didn't like him in school, but I thought he was cool. We had intellectual conversations, hung out with "the click", went to all the parties...etc. He was on the football team, or should I say he had a football uniform that never got dirty. LOL! I never heard the end of that one from my friends. Anyway, so we dated and he ended up going to the military after graduation, but we decided to keep the relationship going. Everyone knows the military pays good money but it ain't like you rich. This nigga thought he was rich, or he wanted everyone else to think he was rich but I knew better. He talked about how he was building a house from the ground up. (never saw it) He lied and said he paid cash for his car when he knew damn well he had a car note! FAKE! He changed his voice to make it sound like he had a east coast accent. LOL... The first time he came home he didn't want to have anything to do with me. It was all about his homeboys and trying to impress everyone back home. If we went on a date, his homeboys had to come and if they didn't want to go, he didn't either. (sounds kind of gay to me) They even took pictures at Star Shots together! Anyway, all of a sudden he was a member of the CRIPS (in his fantasy world) and was now portraying himself as a hood boy. WTF! Ain't nobody from the hood even know his ass! He was a school boy like a muthafucka. He stopped wearing red and started throwing up gang signs in every picture he took. I'm like get the fuck outta here! You was just in a studio picture standing back to back with your homeboy smiling. Matter of fact, you took more Star Shots than I did and I'm a woman. Yo ass is not gangsta! He wanted so badly to be a crip. If you ask me, that shit ain't the business anyway, but whatever! He painted his car candy blue, and started packing a gun. He even went as far as making up stories like..."man, them niggas trying to jack my shit, I ain't going to sleep tonight". Or, "man I just got shot at...we gonna get them niggas". LMAO! Bitch please! You probably don't even know how to shoot a gun. Fuck around and shoot your damn self. If you're reading this and you know me, you are laughing like a muthafucka right now. How fake can a person get? He's 26 years old now and still acting the same way. Get over it already! Sitcho ass down! You ain't no gangsta, you ain't rich, and you are not the shit! Quit oiling your body down and taking pictures with weights in your hands to put up on myspace. Stop riding your own dick! And know that I'm only putting you on blast because you walk around with your dick in your ass like your shit don't stink...well NEWSFLASH! Not only your shit stinks, but you and your attitude do to, so keep it moving!

holla!

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