Yesterday was Tupac's bday. The radio was blastin his jams all the way home from work. Ive heard Tupac songs before but for some reason, yesterday I listened to his songs. He was jah deep. He wasnt just rappin about bull, he was all about life, real life, the real like of real people. Something that few "rappers" do today.
I think the switch from being labeled as "rappers" to "artists" was accurate. I mean it takes a true artist to take Bull, dress it up and make people believe that its good stuff. Con ARTIST.
Off that subject, last night I went out with my fake me out novio. Who? oh just Mickey B. Last week while I was with Rico, Mickey B called but of course I didnt answer. So I got a text that said he was tryna be a good "bf". I initially thought bf meant best friend (which is also weird comin from Mickey B) but I thought he was just rappin.
Later he says the word boyfriend. I was like really? Then he tells me he should break up with me because I have too many dudes and dont have time for him. Yea. Ok. News flash: you cant break up a relationship that never existed...
Anywho, last night we went out. He actually came to my house, picked me up, drove me to the movies. Something that I cant really say has ever happened before. Normally its a group thing or we meet up at the place. But yea. We went to see Hangover. I was less than impressed. So much so that I fell asleep in the theater on Mickey B's shoulder. LOL. It could have been that I was tired but if a funny movie is really funny then I should be kept awake by its hilarious punchlines and or the laughter in the audience.
Mickey B was being nice again. It made me remember why I used to like him so much. He can be pretty cool when he wants to be. Or maybe its me. Maybe I have changed. I mean I know I have changed but clearly the little things that used to upset me just dont anymore. I am just comfortable being me and if anyone doesnt accept it they can def pass on the deal. When I chilled with SS I felt almost the same level of comfortableness. Like no butterflies or anxiety. Just like chillin with a homie. I wasnt planning on kissin him but it happened. Like when we got back to my house, I just got out the car. Then he was like "cant get no hug". I was like if u want it come and get it. Im not fittin to throw myself at any dude. He got out the car and walked to me. We hugged. Then he bit my neck. Talkin bout he was tryna "claim me" ummm I am not cattle and therefore dont desire or need to be branded. Then he went in for the kiss. I dodged the first couple of attempts but then decided I wanted to go inside and he had a grip on my arms so tight I couldnt get away. So I gave him the slightest peck (on the lips) and we parted ways.
It was almost a perfect evening. Almost. Had to correct him on his language. Ive decided that I will no longer allow any dude to disrespect me by using offensive language when talkin to me. Im not a $2 hoe so dont treat me like one. I have respect for myself and I expect to be treated in a manner that reflects such by those I choose to spend time with.
Over and Out...
P.s. A hit still may or may not be out on me.... sooo look for updates. If more than 3 days go by and i havent written anything notify the authorities.... IM SERIOUS!