Next Evolution

Ya’ll I’m sorry foooooor,
my previous postsssss,
and that was so not laaady liiiiike
no nooooo.
Let me take this one chance and make it real clear.
I’m sorry…for me
I’m sorry.. for you
I’m sorry… for the angerrrrr
In case I didn’t tell yoouuuuuu
I’m sorrrrryyyyyyyyyyy

*ahem*

I was a lil past crunk..I was crazy wit it! But the Lord is workin on my anger with me! Wooosaaahhhh

I went and got my hair colored today. It’s a reddish brown…more red than brown but it’s the fire. And she lightened my eyebrows to match. Hee hee! Good Stuff! New Year here I come! I gotta go somewhere tonight…even if it’s the bookstore! I gotta be seen!

Well, that’s all I got. I traveled, I’m home, I’m recuperating from my vacation. All’s good.

Serenity

12/29/05 7:14pm

Well, I got my money back although not how I wanted it. I called my boy mike this afternoon and asked him if his brother was home. He said yep, and I was like aight, I’m on my way.

So I put on my sweats and put on my head wrap. I also just wore studs, cause if the mood hit me and I wanted to hit a muth***** then I didn’t want anything loose on me. I also had on some good running shoes. Now, I know some of ya’ll like “she a chick right? he a nigga right?” Well, in some circumstances I believe that if you gonna swing on a nigga, be prepared to take a hit. And I was fully prepared. I just never got my chance.

I got there and my anger was emanating. I got out the car and didn’t take nothin in but my keys *another alternative weapon* His dad opened the door and was “damn, I felt you!”. That’s how strong the vibes were. I push past his dad cause I got a mission. But his dad was like, nah you gotta speak to me, so I gave him a hug. I headed down to the den where mike was, I was like “is he here?”. He was like “nah he just rode off.” *sidenote: I’mma choose to believe he was telling the truth cause mike has seen this side of me and he knows…he knows.* So I was like “Ok, well I want my $20″ By then his dad was at the top of the steps and I was going to just get back in my car and try again later cause I wanted to see dorian face to face…I wanted that nigga to see my face and hear my voice as I told him the if he ever fixed his mind to fuck with me again, then he’d be sorry. Don’t he know that quiet ones are crazy? The nigga must have missed the memo.

His dad pulled out $20 and was tryin to give it to me. At that point I tapped into my inner dude and was “man, I don’t even want your money!”. And again I tried to push past him up the steps but this time he stopped me and put the money in my hand. He told “I can’t prove he did but here you go. I know he steals and I’m puttin him out the house. He’s gotten worse with drugs and the wrong crowd. I’mma search his room cause usually when he takes money I can find it.” I was like ok. We left out the house and before I pulled off, I took down that niggas license plate number for good measure : late model champagne cadillac license plate # AFR 7681

But what’s sad is that he believes that the life he’s living won’t catch up to him. He’s gonna get got someday and lawd hab mercy on him.

Serenity

12/28/05 3:25am

well, my christmas as fine, yada, yada, yada.

So I get back home and my friend Mike wants to hook up. Fine. I get to his house. He pays me back for some food I brought him. He gives me a $20, I give him change. I put the $20 in my wallet inside of my purse on the kitchen table and hang my coat on the kitchen chair. We go down to the den to eat.

His brother Dorian comes in the house. He’s up in the kitchen, then he comes down to get a gas tank from behind the house and whatnot. So me and mike leave out to go to my friends house, we had fun and whatnot. My girl Alicia gives me the card of her stylist *she has the flyest mohawk…I’m so jealous!* Anyway, I look in my wallet and my $20 is GONE. First thought: That nigga stole my $20..that nigga being Dorian. See Dorian is just a straight up bad ass, we think he’s a crackhead but can’t tell for sure. Well tonight proved it. I have been over this nigga house numerous times, so this nigga know me. DAT NIGGA STOLE FROM ME. So, we get back to the house and I search the kitchen and the den, tryin to give a nigga the benefit of the doubt. Nope, no money. So Mike goes upstairs and tells his dad. His dad is furious and calls and tells Dorian not to come home til he got $20. All the while I pickin up knives and shit, and tellin mike ” I see that nigga on the street, I’m hittin his ass”. DAT NIGGA STOLE FROM ME. There are two things you don’t mess with in my life: my family and my money. He done fucked with one.

So I tried to hang there til Dorian came home but it was 2am and I didn’t want to outstay my welcome. But please believe I’m going back tomorrow. Ya’ll keep me lifted up cause the moves I learned in self-defense want to come out. I’m wantin to take a nigga to B.A.N.D “Break a nigga down” CLASS. He don’t know, it’s the quiet ones you gotta watch out for. Man, I would have keyed his car if the sound didnt grate on my eardrums but I was thisclose to breakin some windows…if only Mike had a bat…ya’ll just don’t know. You deal with criminals in a criminal way. As I neared my neighborhood I was thinking “dammit, I shoulda slashed his tires”. He don’t even know he in danger. He don’t even know. He’s on my list…permanently.

I know it’s $20 but it’s the principle. If he thinks he can get away with it, then he will. I don’t think his father handled it sufficiently cause they tell his ass not to come home all the time. Ya’ll I’m really fightin the urge to go over there and slash his tires…ya’ll don’t know nerrr. DAT NIGGA STOLE FROM ME. He went inside my purse, took out my wallet, opened my wallet and took the money. Then had the audacity to come down there and speak to me! HE DON’T EVEN KNOW HE IN DANGER. *tryin to put the knife down* *not workin**pacing back and forth* DAT NIGGA STOLE FROM ME. *it’s sinkin in now* What if that was my last $20? What if I needed that money for something important? Huh, why the fuck you gotta take what’s not yours? If it’s not yours, leave it the FUCK ALONE. I’m never steppin foot in that house if Dorian is there. Never. The end. He betta not see me on the street. I will take off my earings, walk up to him calmly and A) throat chop him B) Kick him in da balls C) both A and B. Ok I’m done.
DAT NIGGA STOLE FROM ME.

Serenity *readying her shank*