Spiteful people. I don’t wish to offend anyone, but I believe Hispanic women are the most spiteful people I’ve ever known. Those ruthless ladies have no shame in doing dirty deeds to achieve their ultimate goal of satisfation. BUT, let me not be selective, drama queens are spiteful which could be either sirs or ladies; gay or straight. For example: I’ve had about two or three girl friends thus far that has hit on my boyfriend almost in front of me, but he’s in love with me and he’s mine; that’s the difference. They do things on purpose to see if your paying attention. I analyse people to the core, so I’m always reading people’s body language, facial expressions, tone of voice, how the person annunciates his/her words, why him/her avoids to say certain parts of their sentences, why him/her exaggerates certain parts, or make up stories to interest a person more when I was there and that never happened. Anyway, I hate the feeling that I feel when people purposely try to sabbatage any type of relationship I try to create. Don’t you have your own life to ruin? And friends, let me not go into the topic of friends. Dramatic and sensitive. The only person I’m close to is my best friend Danny, or at least I try to stay close to. Kareem, another close friend, on the other hand, he’s so secluded to himself that he doesn’t allow anyone to enter so I keep my distance. Slappy, my cousin, I consider her a close friend, but she does create a distant life as well. Everyone’s about the here and the now, but what about the person who’s always been there for you when you needed them the most. Think about it. Wow, I really reared off topic. Oh well, not my chair not my problem. I love you Michael, you are the only person that I know that has accepted me for my tooth paste face or my messy room and small bed, or my nasty habits, or my qdobas feinage, or the way I make you watch Degrassi or RuPaul’s Drag Race. You deal with my bullshit and I deal with yours. We compliment each other. I always said, opposites attract.
“And when she one day turns on me and calls me a Bitch in front of Hollister,
Give me the strength, Lord, to yank her directly into a cab in front of her friends,
For I will not have that Shit. I will not have it.”—Tina Fey (Excerpt from Bossypants; The Mother’s Prayer for Its Daughter)