This bitch hasn’t venting here in a long time but my ass is in need of a complete release of mental garbage and stress based trash.
Why the fuck do people insist on taxing my motherfucking Afro-based wig even after I have made it beyond clear that I will not tolerate trifling as hell passive aggressive bullshit?
Do they think a bitch is joking?
Do they fear telling me what they feel and thus find comfort by just ignoring the hell out of reasonable requests?
Are they out of their motherfucking minds!?!?
Lawd, give me strength.
I don’t get it.
When I don’t want to do something I tell someone I don’t want to do it and why. It’s simple…right?
Yet a bitch has been bombarded to the point of overflow with dodging, dancing, avoiding people who are basically telling me to go fuck myself in a peevish diluted and pseudo non-confrontational way.
So I’m left having to confront...which makes me out to be difficult when in reality they are being...oh fuck a duck twice on Thursday, now my Afro hurts!
Gawd, spare me from those who do not speak their mind…
…because I sure as shit am not going to spare the foolish when I speak what's on mine.