Trojan Whores

"Let me make this clear I'm not difficult, I'm just about my business

I'm not into fake industry parties, and fake agendas

Rock with people for how they make me feel not what they give me

Even the ones that hurt me the most, I still show forgiveness"

Because your bitch ass won't recognize the lyrics, let me learn ya somethin right fast. They're from a song off of Nicki's new album (duh) called "All Things Go". In the song, she speaks about her relationship with SB, how she blames herself for her cousin being killed, and about her miscarriage 16 years ago. It really is a deep song, almost feel like its me but I can say that about alot her songs. But these lyrics, especially, really describe me, I feel. Most of you will agree. 

She better get this Grammy for Anaconda. Like forreal, there has not been a bigger rap song. 

I really enjoyed the time I spent with both Diane and Yuly. According to the gospel of Trey Canady, chapter 3, verse 35.4, true friendship is defined by being able to cry without provocation, laugh without jokes, shout without judgment, and dance without music. I really appreciated them looking out for me, even when others didn't. 

Fucking finals week. I always get annoyed around this time because everyone loses they're fucking minds. Trey logic in 3...2...1..So if you have taken notes, paid attention in class, and done your assignments throughout the semester, then why the actual fuck do you needs to spend 12 hours in the library each day  everyday (Yikes "each day"...the KitKat coming out of me)?

It was so nice when Theresa asked me to dinner. When people do that, I almost always say yes because that is SO flattering that out of everyone, they wanted to hang out with me. I've watched her bloom into a lovely , awkward, pale, sunflower. We really did have a great conversation about some things that I felt only I had noticed and the chinese food was on point!

When my friends let me see their boobs and ass >>>
I think people forget I'm very much everything-and-everyone-sexual so I'm enjoying rubbing ya titz just like any other nigga. The kid ain't complainin tho.

I hate people who are emotional drunks. Well I don't really do emotions and you bitches know that. Like I'm just tryna have a good tiiiimmeeee you over here in ya feelinnnzz....and the dragon ain't feelin it.

Diane and I spotted Brittani in the Mall on Black Friday and it honestly was the most awkward situation. I love her, yes, always will (I think). But, the shit over the summer just doesn't sit right with me and I question whether I care enough to really mend things. "Sorry" doesn't mean you can just keep repeating the actions for which you apologized. All things must come to an end, sooner or later.

Last night I went to a hotel in downtown Tampa for my bitch Bekah's birthday. It was definitely interesting to say the least. You know, I've realized that I have this sort of, biological mechanism for when I'm intoxicated. When I'm drunk, I'm consciously aware that I'm drunk so when I'm around people I don't know well, I keep repeating to myself  "Sit down and shut up. And whatever you do, do not touch anyone". It kinda worked last night. I went walking with Bekah and her friends Sam and Jonathan, both of whom are into dingalings and bumholes just like yours truly. They're both quite attractive but I honestly feel like anyone at UT would be way out of my league. I'll explain that comment in the next paragraph. Antywayz, I felt myself putting my arm around them multiple times and I really had to chill because I was in that mood. I ended up smoking a swisher sweet which was strange because I actually hate cigarettes and the smoke kills my allergies but apparently not when I'm intoxicated. I also peed in several places including on a basement door of a church on the street and in the hallway of the hotel. Where is my home training??

Gettin back to what I said and why I said it, it just seems like all of the people I have met from UT thus far are....glamorous for lack of a better word. Let's take Sam into example. Everytime I see this nigga his hair is on fleeeek and I mean not one strand out of place. Now honestly, I'm not intimated by money thing or anything like that cuz yall know money ain't never nothin to the muthafuckin kid. Sin embargo, where I would pleased with eating from the lil rib shack on the corner, I don't know anything about fancy shmancy places. Shiiiiiet the fanciest place I'd go to eat in probably Red Lobster and I hope saying that doesn't make me sound ghetto or anything but then again, you know I don't give a fuck. I feel like I can't really verbalize what I actually feel but I'll sum up and say we just live on different planets.

I didn't mean to come of as judgmental so I hope that's not how anyone takes it. You know I fucks with people of all different socioeconomic classes and shit. I really blame Anthony because when we had whatever-the-fuck-we-had, he really made me feel like I wasn't shit cuz I was ratchet compared to his lifestyle.

They wanted me to stay the night so that I wouldn't have to take a cab and that would've been fine however I somehow got stuck in a bed between two straights and one of whom was audibly still spitting up vomit. I waited until everyone was mostly asleep and James Bond'd my way out of the room and eventually home. It was awkward because I didn't know them at all. Sleeping in the bed with Sam or Bekah wouldnt've worked either because I don't trust my drunk penis.

Speaking of penises, let's move on to my Love Life..

There's this boy named EJ who I actually really like but I kinda fucked it up last year because I basically was inebriated and was actin all kinds of crazy. But honestly, if you know me well enough, if you saw him, you would say "Yep, that's exactly who I could picture you with". Let's see how this goes.

I don't remember if I mentioned him last year but I'm pretty sure I would've. Anyway, I won't say his name in case anyone knows him but I also won't give him a nickname because I won't be speaking to or about him ever again. There was this guy who happens to be HIV positive. He didn't get it from fucking around, he got it from someone he loved and was in a serious relationship with. I tried to give him a chance. No I was not planning on having any sexual contact with him, protected or otherwise. But he told me he was going to take me to the park after he finished what he had to do and the nigga never hit me up all day. He got mad when I came at his throat and well whatever. Just know I'm not talking to him anymore. He's cute. Long hair, blue eyes, and skin a little darker than mine. But no one keeps King Charlemagne Zolanski waiting. Hmph.

Remember that shade I threw earlier in the post? Well that had to do with Lucas. I'm not going to explicitly say what happened but he put me in very bad situation where I could've definitely caused mortal harm to myself and others and it just wasn't cool. We talked it over and he sincerely apologized so I'm over it. But it's like Queen Minaj says, "I'mma forgive, I won't forget but I'mma dead the issue".

There's a boy named Quran who randomly hit me up on facebook. We chatted on facebook, then snapchat, then when I just got annoyed and asked for his number, He started acting like I was trying to get at him. Dafuq?! Sorry but I don't go for niggas that post videos of them shaking their ass every damn day.

This is exactly I don't act friendly to niggas.

And if ya don't know, now you know, nigga!