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I cannot stand this dude. I mean I REALLY CANNOT STAND this dude.

He called himself my boyfriend a couple of years ago, but lets tell the truth: he was just another dude I was talking to from seven states away, who talked a lot and did very little. Things ended on a sour note, but we mended fences, as necessary, since we share a daily e-circle. No sense in putting everybody else through the paces, right?

But I swear, every chance this dude gets to say some smart shit to me now, he takes, and I might go back and forth with him once or twice, but I eventually just bow out, after I notice that the rest of the room goes quiet. There might be an “LOL” from somewhere, but for the most part, nobody wants any part of it, never knowing if its about something other than what it seems to be, but if the tables were turned, and it was me talking shit to him, he’d be crying victim and trying to make it seem like Im the one always starting with him. HE actually is the one that makes it seem like its about other shit. Maybe for him, it is, I don’t know, but I do know that he got ONE MORE TIME to say some slick shit to me and a bitch is going IN!

He almost got it today. Its been one of those days where the people I work with are showing their fucken asses, and Im supposed to be little miss company girl, which I aint never been too good at. I left the office at noon today to finish the day from home, just to keep from cursin a bitch out, and here THIS muthafucka wanna push my buttons too, in what is supposed to be my relaxing social space. No sir, you will not. I chose to bail on the party this time, knowing Im already on TILT, but it was my circle before it was his, so I hope he gets a memo from somewhere that he should probably just stop talking to me altogether, because the next time he come off slick at me, its gonna be on….