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esskay
Digital storyteller, Photographic narrator, Hogwarts alum. In real life, I write things. I speak fluent sarcasm. I'm unintentionally funny. My favorite thing is food. Guac is life. I'm a fountain of the most random information. I'm pretty, only because it's weird to call oneself beautiful. I'm weird in all the good ways. I live in the greatest city on Earth. I was Sasha before Beyonce was schizophrenic. My life is stranger than fiction. But please, don't take my word for it. My pen is mightier than my sword. Instagram
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Thursday, August 27, 2009 || 11:39 AM
One thing that absolutely annoys me to no end is when people talk about me behind my back. I've said it before and I'll say it again, real friends stab in the front. I don't understand how you can look someone in their eye, call them your friend, and then say all kinds of BS about them when they're not around. I don't know, maybe I've been doing this whole friendship thing wrong for the past 21 years but if I call someone my friend, I won't go around saying all kinds of ish about them when they're not there. If I have something to say about you, I'll definitely wait until you're around to say it because if anyone needs to hear it, it's you. There's a difference between constructive criticism and gossip and I'm really not trying to be in the gossip business. However, my name must taste delicious because it's in everybody's mouth as of late and I just can't understand why. So instead of going and telling one person and having that person spread the word (otherwise known as the gossip cycle) I figured I'd spread the word myself and put it out there for everyone to see. So the only explanation I could come up with is that if my name is in your mouth, you're probably a hateful bitch who has nothing better to do with your life than talk about me which means you must lead a pretty sad existence because I'm not even all that interesting. Also, you must be a punk if you can't say what you have to say about me to my face. And really, there's nothing to be afraid of except me cussin you out, up and down (and sideways too), but I mean, if you can dish it out, then surely you'll have no trouble taking it back, right? So don't punk out and puss up. If there's something you need to say about me, say it to me. I can appreciate honesty. But if you're gonna be nasty just for the hell of it, 2 can most definitely play that game. My mother always says (with a strong Grenadian accent, mind you), "monkey know what tree he climbin…the one with the prickles, he does leave it alone". Figure it out, because I can assure you, this is one of the most valuable lessons you will learn in your lifetime. And if you can't figure it out…see me for the translation lmao =P Labels: babble and rant |