I Finally Did It, Y'all

I'm so sure you guys think I'm full of crap now, but I've finally gotten over J.R.

Last night this boy had the audacity to scream at me because I wouldn't pay his phone bill.Remember when I told y'all I had bought him some stuff a while back? Yeah, here's what I got him:

4 Pro Club Shirts
1 Pair of Dickies
1 Pack of Boxers
2 Pairs of Corduroy House Shoes (Red and Black)
2 Pairs of "Chucks" (Converse All Stars)
1 Pair of "Fat Laces" for the All Stars

This was all in one day by the way. I gave him "just because" gifts. I think I spent about $170 on everything.

And I bought this for him, because he wanted a pair of Jordan's that I would not purchase because they were replicas rather than the real thing.

And you know what he asked me? He asked me where's Jordan's were, after I brought him all that shit. Along with his fav beer, Clamato juice, and a lemon.

So you know what I did? I gave him a $100 bill.

And he STILL bitched.

That's why I slept with Carl. To get over him.

The next day he calls me bitching about the shoes again. With the money he bought some other Jordan's and some diapers for his daughter.

And he STILL bitched.

I was REAL done at that point.

So last night I tell him with the $100 he should have paid his phone bill and he says I should have gotten him the shoes, so he could have kept the money.

There's logic for you, huh?

So he's bitching at me (but remember I'm over it, so it doesn't even faze me at this point) and I politely tell him to try calling me back when he was able to talk to me like a human being.

And he still bitched.

I just put the phone down and stop listening(he was talking to me via walkie talkie).

He said he needed the mins on his phone, because he was applying for jobs, and needed the phone. Okay. So I put $20 on his phone. I'm NOT paying additional money for him to talk to his hoes, plot illegal shenanigans, or bitch at me.

He tells me today he's going to buy those shoes with my credit card #. I say no.

He BITCHED.

I hung up.

I canceled my card.

I'm done.

You had to have seen this one coming

Dag nabbit. I slept with J.R. But wait. It's not how you think. Seriously. I needed to have sex. I mean, you can't have sex regularly, and suddenly stop! I hadn't done it in SEVEN WEEKS!



Normally, this wouldn't be a problem, but as I stated before, he and I were in a "relationship", and were having sex pretty often. So I needed it. Also, I'm totally giving you guys the wrong impression of he and I'se(sp?) encounter last night.


That's more like it.

Yes, we did it on a couch. He does not have a bed in his room. His room is ghetto fab. The couch in his room (and in his living room) is a stolen couch from some hotel party thrown a few years back. How he and his friends managed to steal four fucking couches, is beyond me. But they did it. And oh, how my lower back pains me because of the compromising positions he had me in on that bad boy. Sheesh!

Anyway, GOOD GOD ALMIGHTY WAS THAT SOME GOOD LOVIN'! Lemme tell ya somethin. Puerto Rican men got it goin' on! Aye, chico! Me gusta mucho papi, mas, mas, mas!

I'm glad, I did it. I had sex with him, it was AMAZING, and now I can as Black Girl( shout out to Tanya, I don't know if you want folks knowin' your real name, but big ups to you, just 'cause, I dunno I like you) say, I reconciled with that shit(that shit being his winky woo) and now am ready to move the fuck on. Yeah right Negra, if you were ready to move on, you wouldn't have even accepted his phone calls, let alone let him stick his baby dispenser in you. That may be true. I knew last night when I went to get some, that that's all I wanted. I know he's slept with other girls since the last time he and I had been together, and I was okay with that. He ain't my man, and I don't want him to be. I needed a booty call, and he's the only one I know right now who would give me some. I'm sure there are countless other men of there who would tap, but I need to know them, establish a relationship with them, and then sleep with them. I don't have anyone right now that meets those requirements. I have one, but he lives about 2 hours away from me. Actually, after last night, I think the next time I put out, it will be to him, and not to J.R.

And here is a list of a few reasons that La Negra Linda has to let go entirely.

1) Last night he snorted Meth.

What more needs to be said about this? Yeah, exactly.

2) He told me (before I went to his house) that he was driving and hit a family of cats( a mother and two babies)

That's how you know my ass was in heat, because I am the biggest cat lover ever. Which is why I need to be getting as much ass as possible, because it's a known fact that cat lovers die alone, in their house with their 97 cats. He told me he saw limbs flying, and that it didn't bother him. In fact, he did this intentionally.

3) He got his father jumped.

So he's at the gas station, and some crips come up to him, and bang (ask him what gang he's from) on him while his father, 7 month old daughter, and daughter's mother are in the car. He tells them what gang he's from and they jump him. His father tries to help him, and he gets jumped right along with J.R. Nice.

4) Finally, he and his friend robbed a check cashing place earlier that day.

Apparently, he and one of his friends decided they need money. Rather than go to work like you and I would do ( we're suckers working for the man, don'tchaknow), he goes and gets "free money".

Now here's the "logic" (and I don't think the quotation marks give a fair picture of how loosely I use the word) behind his robbing the check cashing place.

He's out on bail( I know, I know), so if he got caught mid theft, he was going to jail. But, if he didn't have the money to pay his ail this month (which he said he had a feeling he wouldn't) he was going to jail anyway and he may as well try. That's just great. Just great.

He thought that I didn't believe him last night. I did. If there's one good thing that can be said about J.R., it's that the boy doesn't lie. Do any way, he showed me the $1000.00 he "came up on". He threw the 50's, and 20's at me and said "I don't be lyin' to you baby. I keeps it real. I'm a real nigga." The irony is that he's Puerto Rican. And no not a BLACK Puerto Rican. Just a regular ole' Puerto Damn Rican.

UPDATE: His little accomplice (well actually the main guy, although J.R. did hold the clerk in a head lock with a gun pointed at his head) got arrested today. Apparently, he tried to jack an old lady for her "chirp" phone. Yeah, I think I'ma leave that dick alone. No really, I am. He just reminded me last night just how much I need to leave that dick alone.

Stay tuned for the next "I done stopped fuckin with this nigga, for real this time!" post. Holler.

I'se Tired

Like kitty, I'm tired. I never thought I would say this, but I'm tired of "Ain't Shit Niggas".

No, this isn't a "I hate men" post. Good Jesus, nothing could be further from the truth. I just need to find someone who appreciates me, and what I do for him. From picking up the tab at dinner, because I know the ends are a bit short, to saying "Bless You" when he sneezes. I have yet to find that. Hell, I haven't even found that in a woman. Damn shame.

Then again, I'm only 22, so I don't need no damn man. I need to be focused on my studies, and gettin more ass than a donkey farm, that way it'll be out of my system by the tome I get married (to TRU Life).

This is a rant post. Probably not interesting to you, but I needed to write this,and I'm quite proud of myself. I'm proud that I'm putting my feelings first. I'm proud that I've made the decision to not get walked over again.

I'm not saying I'm not open to the possibility of love, because I've been burned, Lawd knows I ain't tryin' to be some single 44 year old tombout, "Niggas ain't shit. They'se all dawgs. I don't need nan one a y'all. I ain't finna flat back for NAN one a y'all, 'cause y'all ain't shit!". I know women like this. Not pretty. I'm just saying that the next time I get into a relationship on any level-- be it casual or monogamous, if I'm not getting out of it what I put into it, it's over.

A few days ago, I made the decision not to sleep with J.R.(the gangster) anymore. At first it was because I haven't seen him in over a month, and who knows where he or that phallus has been. But then I thought about something he always tells me / He always says, " You're so different from any girl I know. You ain't hood. You're smart. You really have your shit together. Your not like these hoodrats around here. I like that about you, ma."

If I sleep with him after the ways he's treated me, I will compromise my self respect, and make him a liar.