- Me
"Yea, 8 inches tomorrow."
- Mom
"8 inches?! On my birthday? That's foul."
- Me
"Oh, yea tomorrow is your birthday isn't it?"
- Mom
Ugh, I don't know what that just bothered the hell out of me. Someone explain to me how your child's birthday could slip your mind? That's foul, extremely foul. Yah'meen, I guess she wrapped up in her life now though. I'm not even trippin' though. Fuck it. The thing about me, I taught myself how to fish. I don't rely on people. I don't know why I expect different though. Oops, nigga. My bad?
5 comments:
awwe hell nah.
i feel you on that bro.
id be heated tooo.
she birth you how the hell she not gon no yo bday. thats like sayin " oh the left shoe dont go on the right foot?"
....
I'm sayin', though.
I don't ask for much - I rarely ask for anything. Just an acknowledgment of another year that I was blessed to live. That's not important to you as a mother?
I'd be pissed too so I don't blame you sugah. Feel better! Don't let it gets you down & out okay?
Aw! :">
I won't Lizzy.
Punk, check my page.
mkbadmdpoabdmopa.
bye.
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