No Witty Title Today in meh...

Not that any of them are…

1) Corner bar/karaoke spot, as of Tuesday is closed for good.

2) I had a mishap with a tampon and I have no idea how it happened. I cannot go into detail because it is simply too weird.

3) Girl on the bus. Ugh…

So it’s official that the corner spot is done. There are other places in the area for drinks but nothing beats being on the corner. One person posted something about it being because the owners of that building keep raising the rent every year. That may be part of it, but I know that the owners (who I’ve mentioned before are literally my next door neighbors) split up. Nasty break up at that. They have another location out near where my sister lives. She got the house and the kids and gets to run that location and he got this apartment and this location to run. There have been managerial issues. Some had been stealing from them. The most recent one has been horrible to people. He called everyone’s favorite waitress/barmaid a cunt n-word bitch and he must have hit or put his hands on one of the cooks wrong and got the shit beat out of him. That’s what happened when I heard that he quit or got fired. So after that guy left (which had to have been just in the past two weeks) everyone else came back. And now this happens. When I came home yesterday, Bran had his blinds open and there were a lot of people standing in the dining area possibly having a meeting.

Next…
I’m serious. I’m not talking about the tampon mishap or else that would make me like the chick in the next story.

I don’t get some people. They talk loud enough for others to hear their conversations and then get pissy when they think people are listening to every word they say and say to them, “Stop listening to my conversation.” She hasn’t done that, but it’s like I pray that no one talks to her or engages her in conversation because then I will hear her life issues. So far I know that her son (and this is EVERY TIME they get on the bus) HAS to have the transfer ticket put in his hand because it makes him feel like a big boy. I also know that his father has turned her off of men for the time being and that she is now in a relationship with a woman who happens to be “black by heart.” Her words, not mine. What the fuck does that even mean, you ask?? LMAO Well what that means is she must have grown up around black people (in this case maybe guys) and that she has adapted and acclimated herself to the culture of being a black person with the way she speaks and carries herself, I guess. The quintessentialness of “acting black.” ::smh:: So yeah. The baby daddy done did her wrong and now she likes women because hey…“at least I can’t get pregnant no more.” She has talked about smoking weed and being in a relationship with a woman intimately and in front of her son. Yesterday, she rehashed a text conversation to her girlfriend in front of her son about the guy who she dated before her son’s father and how he keeps showing her pictures of money and baiting him into telling her he missed her and kept saying “it gets better” reading this shit like she was on a remedial reading level. He talked about being on “his grown man shit” and how he’s not the same person she dated while she was trying to get him to believe she was on her “grown woman” shit then turned around and said I’ll make him come and spend his money on us. And how he can come smoke with them or they could come smoke with him. And it’s like every freaking day I see her on the bus stop I cringe inside because I don’t want anyone to get her to talking.

ARRRGGH!!!

I hate people like that. Just like the day when the bus was like SUUUPER crowded and this dude sat in front of me and was in my face, turned around to face my face and on his cell phone and talked about all his stupid shit and then had the nerve to say, “…I need to call you back. People all in my conversation, listening to me…” I don’t usually go off on people, but I went off that day. “Mutha. Fucka.” is how I started. “No one told you to turn your face to mine and have a whole fuckin conversation like you were talking to me instead of on your phone. You got your fuckin nerve! Believe me, I didn’t want ANY part of that bullshit you were talkin!” It was a long day and I was tired. LOL

Daughter decided to hold onto grandboy last night and when she came over, she stayed and waited for me to make dinner and then asked if she could eat. I already told her I knew why she was there and I’m not stupid. She was high. Eyes red as the devil and she knew I knew it. I hope she did that shit before she got him. I told her she had better not let the sun rise and set on her ass again without seeing about her child.

Got a call from son’s math instructor. I need to get him on the ball with some stuff. As usual…

Otherwise, it’s finally fall and I can’t be anymore happy about that than what I am now.

And that’s it.
Take care of yourself.

Kindest regards,
Sister