Oh M. how many times I have dreamt of pimp slapping you all over the state of Texas for being the trifling-azz binch that you are, but the other day you gave me a good reason.
You get the pimp slap of all slaps for saying you hope I was sincere when I wished you all the best between you and B. What happened between us happened almost a year ago. I got over it, I see you haven't. I don't want you man, I could care less that you got the man I thought I had a crush on. I thought I was showing you that I was the better person in wishing you all the best. But you had to take it there. I didn't have to reply to you email in the first place. I didn't have to explain jack to you. (which by the was was the same explaination I gave you when we first got in to it)
You need a good pimp slap for thinking you're all that. You need another pimp slap for thinking that that last response to my email was suppose to hurt my feelings. But mostly you need a ladder so you can get over yourself
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