:Put it in a bubble, and then blow it away:

shut the fuck up.

seriously. i don’t understand why you are on ABDC. everything you say makes me cringe because nothing you say makes sense/is a regurgitation of what jc or shane said/is just straight fluff. usually its the latter, and your extra emphasized street swagger to simulate street cred usually is what makes my eczema flare up.

i am mad for MTV to put you on there, just to fullfil the “woman” representation spot.

there were so many people they could have asked – tina landon, nikki patterson, kelly kono.

jesus, even i can even ask tita julie who has a sister who has a college-aged student whose extracurricular activity includes intramural volleyball and being the choreographer of modern dance/krumping and tinikaling for her university’s PCN, and the only julie was the one who helped design the modern dance scene that was set in the streets of New Jersey.

she has more revelance on being on the show  than you.

i mean, you gotta be hipped to the situation. i mean, the deafening silence cushioning your opinions that are followed by “nahmean??” must give you the hint that what you say is NOTHING…

seriously…

and stop bedazzling yo’ hat. pull it over your bangs, girl. maaaan….

as if you really knew what i was feeling.

but you let that known each time we have a conversation. each time we talk, you always have to show how much you know about everydamnthing. you make it known how you know better (when really you don’t) and that you have it better or that you have it worse. you like to to sprinkle it. some times, you slather it on thick. if i say i am tired, you start with “youuuu’re tired? well, i have too…” followed by yadda-yadda-yadda.

the more we talk, the more i hear yadda-yadda-yaddas.

you don’t listen, so why should i give you that respect.

part of the communication is listening. the other part of communication is understanding.

but maybe i should provide the understanding next time we communicate. and you will be the one who is more tired, who is broker than the five dollars i have in my pocket, that is more stressed with the deadlines.

and i will make no room to complain about my life, because i understand it to be so; that your life is suck-ier than mine. in fact i am going to believe everything you say as truth and that my life is so much doper, my pockets are so much fuller, and i have so much more energy than you.

i have no complaints at all. my life rocks. thanks for letting me know that!