Tuesday, March 4, 2008

59.

"Damn, it's snowing bad."
- 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:

Twan said...

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?"


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NIKE THEORY said...

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?

Lizzy said...

I'd be pissed too so I don't blame you sugah. Feel better! Don't let it gets you down & out okay?

NIKE THEORY said...

Aw! :">
I won't Lizzy.

Brooke. ♫ said...

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bye.