I think this is like test week for me or something. I have not been on it.
I am worried because I am a retard...why have I been trying to call New Orleans like a dumb ass knowing there is no power or water and the city is flooded...I am thinking about my friends down there, I don't think any of us knew the devastation that would take place. Go to Clay's blog and read his statement on whats going down in the N.O. he's so REAL he is.
Shot Outs to: Marz, Clay, Bobby, Divo and all of them like that.
So why am I sitting in the lunch room at work, with a table full of fish. And this girl that sits behind me in my cubicle who is all in my biznass (not to be confused with the two hoes that sit on the opposite side of my cubicle) she always asks "Do you go to clubs?" "Do you have a lot of gay friends?" I always give her the brush off. Not giving her anything more than she needs and I always talk to her in my extra butch voice just so she wont pick up on any additional tale tell signs that might dish her my tea.
This bitch comes to the lunch table after I made it more than obvious that I don't like her and I don't want her saying shit to me (I am hearing Whitney tell Bobby, It's not about you, can you handle that? Leave her alone-we don't feel like hearing all that, when we don't want to be bothered we don't say shit to you!) she knows this, she picks up on the vibes...but yet and still she is gonna force herself upon me. She sits down and asks me in front of 12 people, "Are you a top or a bottom."