Wednesday, February 29, 2012

wtf

so everytime i go to the store, theirs always some frickin creep tryna holler.
now, im such a bitch that it scares me sometimes.

its usually(obviously) when i dont have the girls that they hit on me. and let alone their ugly as fuck. excuse my french! but their so desperate they have to be creeps. anyways, i was in alburtsons and this dude was seriously walking from where the cheese is to the produce and s t a r i n g at me the whole time, it was like rutined. OH i forgot to add that when i was in my car arriving to the store this nigga was using the payphone.
if your gunna holla at me you need to have a phone.
and a nice one.
and if you do have a phone and your using the pay phone?? then your on their tryna holla at your connect anddd i SAY NO TO DRUGS! yuuck!

anyways, im tryna pick out the best lemons nd shit this guy leaves the store and im like thank you jesus, but NO the guy coooomes back walks back and forth againnnn, and then im like fuck this i need to walk to the back to where those guys are that cut frickin fish open nd shit, so as i am walking the dude comes up to me and is like "hey i think i know you from somewhere" and im like NOO you dont. and walk away.


and you think that would be it TOUCHDOWN COAST IS CLLLLEAR.


but no. 


a worker is all on my nuts too! he is mopping the fuckin aisles up and down and im like tryna get formula and snacks for my hubby and khloe and this guy is like "oh man your so beautiful" blah FRICKIN blah! i dont wanna hear that shit, i dont even wanna TALK to you or anyone, i ignore people i know in the stores just to not talk to them why da FUCK would i want to talk to youuuu? anyways im tryna be nice and say "oh haha thank you" and every aisle i go to he is their mopping it and he is like "im doing it on purpose, your just so beautiful." 


and i do not i repeat i do not go to the store all dolled up.


im like wearing my raggedy clothes and my hair is all nappy fuckin make-up from yesterday! UGH


its like i was wearing a sign on my forehead, "HEY TALK TO ME IM FREE" it fuckin seemed that way.
so i get my shit i run to the fuckin cashiers and pay for my shit.
OH HEY GUESS WHO DA FUCK SHOWS UP-_-


walks me AND MY MOM who was waiting for me in the front with the girls to the car. and talking all kinds of wanna be swagger and tryna be slick and funny fuckin guy looked like a giraffe nd shit. 


now that we have a car i can just send alex to go get groceries kuz why do i have to go and get harassed by freaks all the time when he can just go and get everything. duh!

ttyl<3 




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