Why I hate Halloween...

Picture it:






Halloween night, home with my brother while my parents were out for the night. We are fighting all night because he was picking on me, as usual, so I decided I would go to bed. I had always had a fear of Halloween and scary movies and things like that since the night my father's birthday fell on Friday the 13th. ( hey I was 9 give me a break) Back to the story... I go in my room, close my door, and drifted off to sleep.....







Well, my brother ( being the total asshole that he is) decides that he isn't thru terrorizing me yet. So, he goes outside and cuts the power to the back side of the house where my room was. Now, I have always had to sleep with music playing because music was always playing in my house.. no matter what. So, when the music cut off I immediately woke up. But remember, he cut the power to everything on that side of the house so there was no light or sound anywhere... Frightened, I start to call out for my brother but there was no answer. Then I hear knock! knock! knock!!!!






*PRESS Pause*






Ok.. ya'll know I was about to sh*t on myself for this because even at 9 I was smart as a whip. My first thoughts were.. Who the hell is knockin on my damn door and where the hell is my brother? then the lil girl kicked in.. OH shit...they killed my brother and not they are here for me...* PRESS PLAY*






By this time, I know something isn't right... so I call out for my brother again.. no answer...no sound no nuthin.. Now usually, I could see the light from the kitchen under my door so I would know if someone was standing there... but there wasn't NONE. Then I hear this....






ch ch ch ch ... ah ah ah ah ah.. ch ch ch ch ahaha hahaahh * jason music*






Yea.. a bi+ch bought to jump out the window...at this point..But we had storm windows...






I get out the bed to try to turn on the light... but it DOESN'T WORK!!! Oh you got to be BULLSHI++IN me...*SIGH* Well this is were the years of living with a Marine kicked in.. "Kill or be killed" ... WOORAHH.. I feel around in the dark for something to swing with...If you gone get me.. I ain't about to make it easy for you... I hear the knock again... And I start screaming for my brother to quit playing because usually when he saw I was upset.. he would quit... but not tonight...






CH CH CH CH AH AH AH AH AH CH CH CH CH AH AH AH AH....






*Okay that damn noise is starting to piss me off.. so I say to myself..






SELF...... you got one of two choices.. You can wait on this fool to come in here and get you.. or you can open the door, fake him out and run to the neighbors house... I chose to RUN.. I reach for the knob and turn it.. that damn music still ringing in my ears.. I open the door and the first thing I see is.....










breathing...










Heart beat.. Ka thump PULSE....






















breathing.... Heart beat KA thump Thump Thump Thump... PULSE











Only.... it was GLOWING!!!! Did I mention he had my dad's machete in his hand.."AHHH..SHI++IN ME!!!" You won't be killin my ass tonight, PA'TNA..I knocked his ass over like Refrigerator Pierre... ran thru the house and was almost to the highway when I passed my parents coming home... Kinda like it was in Ferris Belluer's Day Off.... Mind you, I was in my Care bear Pjs, barefoot, hadn't even broken a sweat cause I was on a mission to get the HELL away from that neighborhood. I have seen those Jason Movies before... women always fallin.. But Not ya girl...I had perfect form.. Head up, arms at my side, breathing in thru my nose and out thru my mouth...FLO JOE would have been Proud...






Now when I realized that my parents had slammed on brakes.. I knew I was safe cause I have seen my daddy whup a BUNCH of people.. I think he could have taken Jason...When I told him there was a man in the house with a machete, he went straight for the glove box... By this time, my brother had caught up to us( still in his Jason attire).. and my daddy realized what was going on.. WOOOOOO can you say "somebody is in TROUBLEEE... Better make that a DOUBBBLLLEEEE!!!!"






Let's just say ...... my brother couldn't sit for weeks...PLURAL... My daddy whupped his butt everytime he saw him...






"I" suggested he run away from home ...at least until his ass cooled down anyway..... ( I am terrible)...

HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!!






And so that is what had happened.... Funny thing is though..Now I have an obsession with Ghosts WTF?...I feel like Buffie the freakin Vampire Slayer sometimes... But that's another Blog...

He's MY AGE!!!

 
So today... I was irritated because I was awaken from my sleep for absolute bullshit.. People who don't want shit but to have their lil egos stroked.. I don't know about ya'll but my SLEEP is precious to me so when it's disturbed for some dumb shit..it ruins the rest of my day... So I'm not in the best of moods at the moment...







So, after clowing on Facebook a lil .. and getting a much needed call from my Mr. Magic Hands.. I called one of my homegirls to see when she wanted to schedule her massage with him... and she tells me she is minutes from my house... and I say ok.. what's wrong.. and she tells me that she just left the hospital visiting a mutual friend in ICU.. He had a heart attack.. He's in his mid 30's.. what the hell... So when she got in she told me the whole story about how he had been stressing so much about his job and family... that he just dropped..  and got him to the hospital.. I haven't seen him in a long time..a few years at least but he always left a good impression with you.. Always had you laughing and joking.. He just brightened your day because he was just so freggin silly...






It made me think.. that could have been me..He's MY AGE... We aren't suppose to die this early.. have heart attacks, strokes... It was a definite wake up call..Stress almost took him outta here.. Death is final.. We are all walking around here like it can't happen to us.. but WE are the ones dying.. not the older people.. I don't have enough fingers and toes to count how many friends I have lost in life so far.. over PURE DUMB SHIT... no real medical conditions... just allowing OTHER people's dumb shit.. become our OWN.. That why I was so bothered by my sleep being disturbed because it's important..like having a stress reliever.. I'm proud of myself that I haven't given up on working out because that's one of the greatest stress relievers EVER..






Along with SEX.. and I'm gonna go have ALOT of it.. You should too.. Even if you don't have anyone who would want to have sex with YOU ( because you are bitter as all hell... evil heffas) Sex YOURSELF... either way.. get that shit off your chest.. Cause stress has can kill a ya..






...wow.. before I could even finish the blog my father in law is being sent into emergency surgery














Today's Phrase that pays... GO FUCK YOURSELF..






no seriously.. go Fuck yourself.. right now.. don't wait for a partner..

Randomness: I don't like FISH

I've had this on my mind for a long time now yet I never really blogged about it.. But I need to talk about FAKE FRIENDS and the Bitches that love them..  It's so funny to me how someone can SAY you are family and they will love you thru thick and thin and then a man comes in the picture and ALL that flies right out the damn window.  I knew from the beginning that this friendship would be trouble because of the simpleness displayed in previous relationships and friendships. But I threw caution to the wind and befriended someone who was never really my friend to begin with.. She only wanted to live her life through my past.  I hate when people haven't been through anything and they think that YOUR experiences.. no matter how painful..are just the greatest thing ever. It's always a damn man.. why? and moreover an UNAVAILABLE man.. that seems to break up these seemingly super strong sisterhoods with bonds so strong that even GOD can't break..  Really?  How easily we forget.
 I hate being accused of things that I haven't done.. because I always end up doing it just to piss the accuser off. It may be simple to some, however, so is the foolishness that started  the cycle to begin with..

I never really understood why anyone would want to live the life that I have had because it hasn't been a bed of roses.. unless you count the thorns in my side. But I guess it's better to have experienced and suffered than to watch from the sidelines. But if you want all the hurt and pain and tears that have come with my experiences.. be my guest.. you will wish you hadn't..

But back to the randomness... I could never be a lesbian because females get on my damn nerves. And once you fall out.. their FRIENDS.. oh the friends are the funniest of all. They will laugh and ha ha all in your face just to stay in your surroundings just to report what they THINK is going on. People see what they want to see.. so I give them something to look at. I keep telling people that I am not new to this game before I even got in to the field of criminal justice.. I studied PEOPLE. I watched their moves, how they operate, and it's so sad to see them try NOT to be themselves when they know you are on to them. People have patterns and no matter how hard you try.. you return to those patterns no matter what the situation, even me.. My mother told me she could always tell when I was upset because I post a lot of songs.. And she is right.. Music is my life.. it's how I get my feelings out. If I'm sad.. the notes of Classical music brings tears to my eyes.. I cry but through my tears I am able to see things more clearly.. it didn't take my mama long to figure me out .. but then again.. she is a SPECIAL woman.. we share a bond that most people will never understand. I guess that's why I am able to see things the way I see them now.. She trained me up..even after meeting her so late in the game..
But back to the bullshit..  I can tell when people are up to no good.. and it urks me that I have been right about this so many times before and they all of a sudden forget that I have this ability to see thru their bullshit when I have called them on it so many times before. I notice how they tend to pick sides without knowing all the facts. They are easily brainwashed into believing one side more than the other because of one person's perception of the truth..  It's good though because I like feeding the fish..  I throw out lil feelers to get them going kinda like throwing a tiny piece of bread into a pond of goldfish and watch them fight for it.  They Bite everytime... why? Because it's a behavioral pattern. They can't help it..
The funniest part of ALL of this though.. is that the ones that want to AMEN the bullshit.. are the SAME ones who say the EXACT same shit about them behind their backs... It's amazing.. People should know by now that I keep evidence of everything... phone records, emails, pictures, I'm messages.. because you just never know when you will be called to testify on your own behalf.. You need evidence to make your case... that's a fact.

It tickles the hell outta me to see SISTA this and SISTA that.. and you are sooo beautiful inside and out.. until a dick comes swinging by everyone is in a free for all because they are all hard up for some loving. Don't be so obvious.. DAMN!.. There are other men in the world.. seriously.. you just have to not beat them down with all your past bullshit or not fuck them so quickly that you don't TRULY know what they are about until after you are already BLINDED BY THE DICK!..


I don't know.. maybe one day females will get it together and see that there is more to life than DICK.. there are actually females who can be your friend without trying to steal you hopes and fantasies away... why.. because they are living their own dreams.. the problem is.. you are so wrapped up in your own bullshit that you will never realize that the ones you THINK are your friends are usually the ones who will stab you in your back EVERYTIME...

but what do I know... right?








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i was bored.. sue me.. *_*