dodge the dodge-y

after my fresh fruit vendor this morning, i more or less had had it with men.

until i went to get my dry cleaning tonight. now it's over. i'm becoming a lesbian.

i left my apartment (and mind you, i am all clean and looking pretty baller cuz im going to see kanye shortly) and light up a cig, cuz it's one of those days that you need legal drugs. so looking baller plus smoking must equal mad sexy to the sketch parisian men. (and mind you, i kinda live out in the ghetto) i had not been a minute into kanye when this god damn fucking piece of trash parisian scumbag sees me and runs up and just starts walking next to me. i ignore him. he continues. then he starts saying, 'ca va? ca va?' yeah, im real fucking 'ca va' when you're all up in my grill, g. (sorry, kinda ghetto tonight, gotta get ready for kanye) finally, i just stop, look him in the eye, and say (real bitchy), 's'il vous plait, laisse moi seule.' (that means, 'please, leave me alone.') it stopped the bastard in his tracks, but he then proceeded to yell, 'what? what? what?' whatev, g.

i continued to the dry cleaner (where, of course, my shit still wasnt ready for the second time today) and wished i had more cigs with. i thought to myself, 'perhaps ill start smearing shit all over myself and then they'll stay away.'

I HATE DODGY MEN!

i can generally deal with this and ignore it, but man, sometimes you just want some fucking pepperspray.

on my way back home, i crossed the street so that i wouldn't have to deal with mr. etch-a-sketch again. it's sad when you actually have to go out of your way to avoid someone.

i feel like im back in college, avoiding my freshman roommate.........

oh snap.

(i apologize for my sailor mouth tonight)