STOP CALLING ME PLEASE

I don’t know, maybe it’s just me but it seems like people love my name. So much that they feel the need to use it every now and again. Confused? So was I when Walton called me tonight to ask me if I called some female to inform her of my pregnancy. But wait…according to her, it’s his child.

I called a female, (whose identity has yet to be disclosed to me) to tell her I was pregnant with Walton’s baby. What sense does that make?

It’s like this never ending list of these emotionally unstable, insecure females that feel threatened by my presence in their boyfriends, exes, brothers cousins, whoever’s lives. They keep popping up, making these phone calls, either to the guy or myself, to tell these ridiculous stories. Does it make them feel better? Who knows…God knows it getting tired and a little annoying.

I have specific circles of female friends. I limit the amount of estrogen in my life simply because females=drama. The stereotypes are true, females are so freaking annoying, and petty and childish at times. I mean maybe I feel this way because I grew up pretty happy with males, or maybe it’s all the bullshit I’ve been through that makes me feel that females are just evil. I would know…I’m one my damn self.

The half dozen chicks that made it their business to call me on a daily basis, from morning till night when I was “with” my ex started this little ‘PICK ON TIMA’ trend. They fail to realize, I DO NOT CARE if you feel like I would be better off with someone else, I don’t care if you know about my past, I don’t care that he hurt your heart and you know he’s going to do the same to me. I really don’t give a fuck if you’re mad that he kissed me when he’s supposedly your man. CHECK YOUR MAN! Keep me out of it. I’m not one to disrespect anyone’s relationship, but if your man is going around hooking up with other people under false pretenses, don’t you think he’s the problem? No of course not…never the guy’s fault. That’s why half you chicks are in the predicaments you’re in right now. Trust me I know what it’s like to forgive and tolerate shit you shouldn’t have to. But that’s just it, you don’t have to.

So why settle for a dirt bag liar when you know you can get someone better, whether you deserve it or not? Stop acting like fucking 8th graders and learn how to control yourselves. I don’t need you calling me at 6 am playing Nivea’s “don’t mess with my man” in my ear when I pick up the phone. Be an adult about it. It’s so sad what this world has come to…people don’t even know how to approach each other. Basic communication skills have been thrown out the window and replaced with ‘Fucks’, ‘Bitches’ and all types of ‘hoes’.

Dudes, check ya girls. It ain’t my fault you decided to cheat, lie or do whatever it is you are doing behind her back. Why you even letting her have access to my phone number? Man I’m just tired…

For the record, I am NOT pregnant with Walton or anyone else’s baby. Walton is a guy so automatically I can only take what he says wit a grain of salt. But at the same time he has no reason to lie to me considering whatever he does is not my concern. Then again that never stopped certain individuals from lying to me.

WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH PEOPLE NOWADAYS? Get a job, learn to knit, rake some leaves, do something to pass the time so I don’t have to hear from you about some dude.