Fuck My Life Chronicles: Chapter 2

So I volunteered to sell my fashion design items at my University's Black History month Fair.
I don't have any fashion design items...they're all in my head. FML

Gotta get to designing and making, this bitch needs some monay! lol

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The Fuck My Life Chronciles: Chapter 1

So, as some of you know, I is unfortunately a broke bitch, and I been looking for a job that pays more than my current shabby ass job.

I think I've actually lost count of how many interviews I've been to.

The last interview I went to, I got there a good hour and a half early...waited around for the managers who were still in the meeting room interviewing. When I finally go in, I found out that they thought their last interviewee was me and she was supposed to be at an interview at another branch. FHL!

So I go in there now, looking cool, thinking yeah I got this, only to find out these dumb bitches read my application wrong and were interviewing me for full time weekday instead of part-time weekend. FML!

Today, I had an interview at 1:45 in some stupid part of Brick Lane. Now let me tell you that I left my house at 12:15...arrived at Liverpool St at 1:15...the interview point was a 20 minute walk away according to London Journey Planner...I had bare time, no need to rush or speed walk.

Take out my directions and start navigating my way around East London. So I'm looking for this road Artillery Lane...Errrr why did I walk right past it and end up somewhere near Bethnal Green...Wasted 20 mins walking the wrong way. 1:36 now...I still trying to find this fucking road...I even opted to take a fucking Black cab...but alas...WHY IS ARTILLERY LANE CLOSED FOR ROAD WORKS! And why is it the smallest little side road ever?

OMG so now im running down the road trying to locate Fashion Street and then Brick Lane..the Spelman street which is supposed to be near Brick Lane...1:40...FUCK THIS SHIT...sign into my hotmail on my phone...and email the woman I had an interview with...sorry but I'm not going to make it.

No point in arriving late, you don't get the job by default. so FUCKED OFF!

So now I'm lost in the middle of brick lane, where all the fucking road signs are written in Bengali...someone explain this to me...WE ARE IN ENGLAND...WHY ARE THE ROAD SIGNS WRITTEN IN BENGALI!?

Best believe some of these fucking roads didn't even have no translation.

Bullshit.

It is now 3:50...I have sucessfully wasted four hours of my life tha I could have spent sleeping.

iCant deal with this fucking shit!

I used to be the type of person that thought...everything is a learning experience, always look for the silver lining...look on the bright side..God has something better in store for you..No, not anymore. I don't believe in God anymore..he says ask and you shall recieve...so I sit and pray and believe that he's going to bless me....all I recieve is more fuckery...

I think that because I am blindly trusting in him, he will somehow have mercy onme and keep me safe...all I recieve is more pain.

God doesn' exist for me anymore.

There is no learning curve in getting shot down every single fucking time...why is it that everything I fight for, everything I put myself out there for just turns out to be another series of mishaps and fuckery?

Don't even wanna leave the house any more, scared of what might happen next...find out that the people you love don't really love you, that no-one wants you around, that good things happen to everyone BUT you? Fuck that shit, I have enough misery to deal with as it is.


Fuck my Fucking Life!

Really?!

Kanye is a CLOWN! He best be blaming this recent act of foolishness on the a a a a alcohol!



But I beg you click on the link, check the comments section...count how many times you see the word nigga on one page..go on I dare you.


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Downlow

I been in social hibernation for the past month cause I done gone got too greedy.

So I was feeling this dude "Yellow" for the longest time, met him and we just hit it off. I think he's beautiful, awkwrd at times, sexy, slightly scarey, moody even..quiet but talkative when he wants to be...hilariously funny. Just my type...

Maybe I was reading the signs wrong, maybe I shouldn't have listened to what people told me, reading into shit that didn't exist? Maybe I basically just got it all wrong, but for whatever reason, what I thought was about to pop off, really fucking didn't. I think hope it's just my hurt pride/ego, but a part of me is still lusting for him inthis crazy way. I'm sure it's got a fuck load to do with wanting what I "can't" have.

Whatever.

Inbetween lusting after "yellow' and getting my heart ego crushed by him, I was intoduced to this girl. When I tell you she is fya, I mean FYA! Woo! So me n her be making eyes in the club, seeing each other at various social events and making those eyes all over again, all that jazz but I didn't try make a move, just because I couldn't be bothered. (translation: my mind was all over "Yellow").

Last week, about three months after meeting her, she starts bbming me like crazy...I was like Okkkayyy....I could get into this do this, she's hot. Long story short, we was meant to meet up in a club, she didnt get in as the place was at capacity, Iwanted to hook up a few days later, she had a film shooting, and now I'm like, you know what, long. I aint even gonna work for something I don't really want.

Earlier this month, pissed off over "yellow" and his ice cold/superhot treatment, I started hitting on this other dude I've known for a while "Grafic". Now me and him have a connection, and i'm talking SERIOUS connection, on a mental level, it is extraordinary, and it's been giving me butterflies, so I thought I might as well see if anything could come of it.
Been flirting and talking...hooked up over the bank holiday wekend...and errrr...let's just say I'm not interested anymore. He's just not my type. Too social and muthafucker takes coke. I don't need that kind of pressure in my life. Substance abuse is my forte and believe it or not I am kinda trying to get my life back on track....kinda.

Now I dont know what to do about this muthafucker because now he is ON IT LIKE SONIC and I don't wanna hurt him, but I think imma have to fade him out for a while. I don't want to lose the friendship but true stories it wouldn't be a dramatic loss. I certainly wouldn't cry at night.

Last and certainly not least...I been fucking with my ex friends baby daddy.

*tumbleweed*

Yes I said it. I been fucking with this muthafucker and for what?

I don't know. Boredom?

Now you may call me a ho, call me a bitch, whatever., I care not because I don't feel guilty, and I don't regret it, they have been broken up for about two years now...and she stole him from her cousin...so its kinda like Karma...except she don't know. What I do regret is the fact that I think this bitch is in love? I done gone deleted my fb account and made my twitter private coz this dude is ALL over my page, on my status's fucking my shit up. Asking questions about shit I didn't tell him. I'm sorry, but I can't be having that stalker shit. no sir.

I all ready got two stalker friends chicks on my case. All checking my fb photos and asking why I didn't invite them out with me. Fuck off!

Also I am teling you now, this bitch right here needs THERAPY...because I know I don't feel any ways abouthim, yet I flip out when he starts talking about other girls. He said he was going out with his boys to meet some people. I said to him I was about to hot potato his ass and drop him...Maybe I'm just a control freak.

Another terrible major reason why I need therapy....he just does NOT put it down the way I need it to be put down. FML. Why I have continued to bother with his ass is a mystery to me.

Maybe it's the need for human touch. I'm happy just to lay there inhis arms.

So yeah that's my shit recently...I'm bored, I need new dick....fresh thick dick...preferably now...I also need money and a shopping spree.

Deuces.