Thursday, February 21, 2013

I’m a lovah not a fighter

Fine maybe not a lovah per say. Now that I think, about I don’t think I’ve been anyone’s lovah. Hmmm still I’m more or less lovable goof ball (yeah when I’m not in my depressy moods). Nevertheless I’m not much of a fighter. Really I don't think many people are. Well except when it comes to the peeps I lovin. Cause then oh baby then it’s on like Donkey King Kong!

See lovable goof ball if you’re upset, angry or anywhere in between. I’m that one dope that’s gonna make that lame joke, say something silly or pop out with something so incredibly off the wall that you just can’t help but smile. I am whatever you need whenever you need it…Hmm that’s sounds like a song.

I’m pretty passive though. I think it’s because of my height even as a small child it was staggering. It’s always made me intimidating to others. As of consequence when I was little no one ever messed with or bullied me. Everyone was just too afraid of me. Especially with the looming risk I was going to hurt them. It made that part of school a little easier and sure a little lonely. It’s funny cause of that reason I met my every first friend. Yeah yeah…Aww que cute!

I don’t really remember if it was the first day of kindergarten or not, only that she was tiny and wore glasses. I think she the reason I’ve always wanted to wear glasses…(What? Dude! A chick that wears glasses is hot!! and well I wanna be hot too...) So were everyone else was picking on her. I was so not digging that shit. I'm that (squirrel) nut that will get in trouble just to help you... so there I go telling them to stop it; surprisingly enough she was left alone. Can you believe that to this day we are still friends. Holy mole! That's a long fricking time ago. I want to say that I know what it feels like to want to hurt someone for messing with you. Well perhaps I don’t, but that's why I don’t ever want to be that asshole.

I would rather give you other chance to not be an asshole. Still when all is said and done I would rather turn the other (ass) cheek. Ignore you cause really why would I waste my time with you, if you obviously don’t matter to me. I want to be the bigger person. Since I always have been literally. Hey I try to be as considerate as possible. Here the rub a lot of people are douche bags… sometimes it just can’t be helped. Like I said before I don't like people. No really I don't… ^_^

The thing you have to be careful when dealing with me. Is yes I will always try and give you the benefit of the doubt, But you can only poke the bear so much before it socks you in your face. Besides if a conflict arises and if I don’t have energy to be extremely outraged or I don’t have someone egging me on (or the poking).  Mostly likely it’s not gonna happen. I’m not gonna stoop down to your level (douche Mac doucher!).

Now if I do have that encouragement, energy or (again you have pokened the bear) you’re threatening my lovely peeps. You know how they say that watch out for a woman scorn forget about that. Cause oh dear lorT save you cause I’m gonna stomp you out. It won’t be pretty; it’s just as simple as that.

Oh yeah P.S. Dia nueve I'm still al'ight on that fb stuff. Now I'm reading more and it's back to the video games! PS2 rules!!! 

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