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man, i was pissed off @ what she said.
i finished what i was doing, put on my jacket, my shoes, grabbed my purse & keys, and started for the door around 1:30a.
"Where are you going?"
and i mumbled back, "i don't know", without even turning around ... i just kept walking.
i hadn't even turned off my street when i thought to myself, "this shit's stupid".
so instead of driving around plano & dallas aimlessly for hours, as i planned ... i turned onto plano pkwy & got her a 24 pk of pepsi & some ice cream.
on the way home, thinking, "salathia. you do some stupid shit."
don't mix up what happened - i didn't do anything stupid to cause the nano-argument ... it was in post argument that i did something stupid.
what if i ... had died. upset @ my mother.
how would she have felt, knowing that her daughter died upset at her ... upset about an argument that was so fucking petty.
i'm not lying to you when i say our miniature quarrel was over a fucking spoon holder (you know, the one that sits on the stove) that accidentally got melted.
and i was so offended - i was so offended @ the fact she was mad & thought i was simply being careless, that i left.
walked out of the house, and could have been mugged @ 1:30a.
here lies salathia. left her house pissed & was mugged before she got to her car. she died upset @ her mother over some bullshit. wasn't able to say "i'm sorry" ... what a dumb bitch.
could have gotten in a fatal car accident w/some drunk motherfucker leaving a bar.
here lies salathia. left her house pissed & got hit by a drunk motherfucker in a head on collision. never got to tell her mom "i'm sorry ... i love you" ... what a dumb bitch.
stupid as hell.
so - praying i didn't get into an accident before i got home, i toted the ice cream and pepsi. she's asleep - so i just opened her bedroom door and said, "your pop is in the fridge".
i don't care if it's your mother, your father ... your boyfriend/husband ... your girlfriend/wife ... brother/sister/auntie/cousin/uncle/best friend ... don't be dumbashell.
i don't care if it isn't your fault, or if it was a mistake.
don' be a dumb bitch ... what if you ended up a dead dumb bitch, not able to say, "i'm sorry"?
ls.
i fuckin love my umi.
i finished what i was doing, put on my jacket, my shoes, grabbed my purse & keys, and started for the door around 1:30a.
"Where are you going?"
and i mumbled back, "i don't know", without even turning around ... i just kept walking.
i hadn't even turned off my street when i thought to myself, "this shit's stupid".
so instead of driving around plano & dallas aimlessly for hours, as i planned ... i turned onto plano pkwy & got her a 24 pk of pepsi & some ice cream.
on the way home, thinking, "salathia. you do some stupid shit."
don't mix up what happened - i didn't do anything stupid to cause the nano-argument ... it was in post argument that i did something stupid.
what if i ... had died. upset @ my mother.
how would she have felt, knowing that her daughter died upset at her ... upset about an argument that was so fucking petty.
i'm not lying to you when i say our miniature quarrel was over a fucking spoon holder (you know, the one that sits on the stove) that accidentally got melted.
and i was so offended - i was so offended @ the fact she was mad & thought i was simply being careless, that i left.
walked out of the house, and could have been mugged @ 1:30a.
here lies salathia. left her house pissed & was mugged before she got to her car. she died upset @ her mother over some bullshit. wasn't able to say "i'm sorry" ... what a dumb bitch.
could have gotten in a fatal car accident w/some drunk motherfucker leaving a bar.
here lies salathia. left her house pissed & got hit by a drunk motherfucker in a head on collision. never got to tell her mom "i'm sorry ... i love you" ... what a dumb bitch.
stupid as hell.
so - praying i didn't get into an accident before i got home, i toted the ice cream and pepsi. she's asleep - so i just opened her bedroom door and said, "your pop is in the fridge".
i don't care if it's your mother, your father ... your boyfriend/husband ... your girlfriend/wife ... brother/sister/auntie/cousin/uncle/best friend ... don't be dumbashell.
i don't care if it isn't your fault, or if it was a mistake.
don' be a dumb bitch ... what if you ended up a dead dumb bitch, not able to say, "i'm sorry"?
ls.
i fuckin love my umi.