The Hidden Truth...

"...don't let your mouth write checks that your ass can't cash."

- Mom.


You know, this year I thought that I was gonna have to deal with people and their bullshit. Well, at least I knew I was, but not so early in the fucking year. You know there are some things that I just dont understand, and one is when people can't leave shit well enough alone. Now, I don't know why people still tend to want to meddle in other grown folks business when they really gotta understand that they just dont matter anymore. I mean, not to me anyway. I tried to extend the olive branch to cats, I was totally honest in all of my actions. No harm, no foul. But people just can't get right.

See my situation is this. Actually, you know what, if I sat here and blogged about this, pretty much that last statement of that person not being a matter, then I would be totally contradicting myself, right? But hey, this is a blog and that means an open season of my feelings and whatever else comes out of my head, betta keep up fool.

Speaking of fools, King man, what the hell is your problem dude? By the way, this guy happens to be my womans ex in case you wanted to know. I done stood aside and watched you self destruct, only to put yourself together again and...well self destruct again. Please, I've grown extremely tired with the self pity and the I'm sorry's, everyone focus on me and my bullshit, blah blah blah. I kept up witcha', I mean why not? Always keep your enemies close right? I know we aren't friends right? I also know we could never be friends. Even if we met some 6 months ago, I would've smelled the b*tch in you (I rather say that one in your face, but we all know a face to face is one of those types of things it would be in your best interest to avoid.)

While you would make an attempt to pose me as a violent, hoodlum with an Ike Turner mental and a Mike Tyson physical, keep in mind that you always kept one thing the same, your fear of me. That shit has been consistant even before we exchanged words for the first time. I mean, come on dog, who else pulls some dumb shit when they feel the least bit threatned? I saw that when I first contacted K. Like I was the reason your relationship fell apart. Ok, whatever, you were already at the finish line of a race you started years ago. You can't get mad when the person you constantly push don't want to be pushed any more. You fucked up, and you tried to use me as your little scapegoat. To make matters worse, you tried to make nice with me on the side, and even asked me for advice when it came to yall.

Now I don't know blog world. I really don't, but this fool actually came with some shit like "I know I fucked up and she is so like the best woman in the world, what do I do?" to think I gave him some real advice, none of that half ass here's the noose, negro, shit either. I gave him the same advice I would give my best friend because I care about K*, and I can actually sit aside and watch her be happy without me, cause I've done that before. I've sat aside and watched you botch all attempts for any type of reconciliation.

The shit you say can and will be used against you, you should know that more than anyone right? I'm willing to bet you are hoping when I see you that I shatter your jaw just so you can tell your little cheerleaders about how violent I really am. Yet something I was actually considering whether you say something or not. Only because after looking at the way you shitted on K* to your new woman, and putting all these pieces together, it's come to my conclusion that these 5 years that you so feel bad about losing didn't matter to you in the first place. Your times that you said that you took care of her and helped her through the roughness and all that, come clean dog, it was all stemmed from shit you created, shit your fam helped put her through, all these little Superman incidents were manipulated situations that called for only your attention. What sucks is that you constantly refer to them in order to try and control, and manipulate her to doing what you want, or listen to what you say. Although this is the situation no more, I will state this simply because it's my blog.

I sat and heard the way you talk to her. I sit and read your blog, I do all that. It ties to the line way up there. I kept my mouth shut for too long. I thought you would learn how to just move on. After all, it was you who was talking all that shit about how much of a playa you were, and how you had these chicks left and right trying to see the King, then comes G* and I really thought that would be the end of it. (By the way G* I know you are innocent in all this, so coming from me, your name is mentioned due to friendly fire. No harm done or will be) Yet, you attempted to play both sides against the middle, and got caught. While you were telling G* how much you love everything about her, you were telling K* the total opposite. While you were talking shit on your little blog about how happy you were about K* being happy, you were calling and shitting on me to her (as if she doesn't tell me everything).

Fools like you are so damn predictible. It's almost sad to witness this, and worse to actually blog on it so early in the year. What I do know is that I've been quiet for too long, and I'm so beyond trying to let the issue just dissolve. If I don't vent about it, then I would've proceded to break your jaw on MLK's birthday. I told your ass I am relentless when it comes to solving problems, but I'm not going to threaten you, there's no point. What makes you so aggie is the fact that K* is doing fine without you, and she is even better with me, she doesn't need you for shit, not even a fucking leg to stand on, or a shoulder to lean on. Even hundreds of miles away, and she is still happily in love. Don't worry about what the fuck WE do, just know that we are doing it well, keep your 2 cents, oh and your peanut gallery can keep theirs too, considering that they are only going off of your bullshit, I would ask that they look on both sides of the fence before judging which side is more real.

So I look and I see this line about me being intimidated that yall still talk. Whoa, don't give yourself too much credit, it never bothered me that you still talked to her. It's natural, when my ex and I broke up I would do anything to try and keep contact, its' real dummy. But intimidated? Come on, you? Why? I didn't do shit remotely close to what you've done, I also know that you've done nothing really to contribute to her happiness either, so why should I feel threatned that you two talk on the phone? If you think for one second that I'm worried that she'll go back to you for whatever reason, then you are about as far gone as those tsunami victims. Get over yourself, stop sweating shit you don't control. You went from being loved to being pitied upon, then from that to just put up with, now you are not liked, how's that for Barney style? Oh wait, I almost forgot, you did this to yourself.....again.

So before you go and write a self pity post about why the world should forgive you for your inexplicable ignorance, just know that I'm done with you, hell I have been for quite some time. I just put up with you. I'm sure it has been relayed that you are not to have any contact with K*, but I'm sure you will try anyway, I just hope that G* is smart enough to watch for cats like you. Oh, and since when you wanna complain about checking folks email? You should know about that more than any of us right?

Ok, now that that is over, I'm considering making my way down to MD for February, no we aren't talking about anything up there ^, just your standard trip. We'll see.

Quick love to the cats out there.

K* for making my birthday something I can remember, after 7 years trying, I finally got it right thanks to you.

To shottanix* for the love supreme, you have been the best of the best. Always love in the 413 for you.

To H20 for yet another flawless season with the Pats, oh the playoffs done started dummies. Get your bets up.

Grant Hill, for not getting hurt...yet.

ESPN for doing what they can for the lack of a NHL hockey season.

Trojan for the "Magnum"

I'm out
enjoy the playoffs.

Da Champ.