Pet peeves and mac an cheese

For one... This goes to the folks who have had the privilegde of having my cell phone number..

•Dont hit me up talking about your "bored"
For one.. I don't give a shit. Two, unless you were planning on inviting me out to chill.. Umm what would you like me to do?
•Don't take my ipod and listen to the same shit you have on your own ipod.
You have to understand if the case is where you want me to hear a song you really enjoy..and then I give you my ipod to groove to some tunes an you deadass shuffling through songs while I have to listen to your bullshit smh.
•When we enter a train.. Dont grab the door seat if you enter first
First off the train cars seats are limited and if we going in a train and you enter first. Its cuortesy to slide ya ass to the side and let the person get the one with the rails. Fuck I gotta go a extra mile arou d you to sit if I came in second.
•Cheapness
Its tacky. Yes yes recession this recession that. But don't be a ass if you have it just spear it damn...
•Fakeness
Bitch dont come with no compliments or nothi g like that if you yourself dont like it. Something I really hate... "I could never wear anything like that, but you could pull it off" before I didnt mind people telling me that but now smh.. Why can't you rock it?!
•The word Bitch.
I use this word yes. But when people especially girls use it casually like.. Wasup bitch. *blank stare*
No. This will not work. Its not cute and I find it disrespectful...

Yea so that was a few or .. Alot of pet peeves that i just cant stand.. It irks the shit outta me... Just wanted to get that out there

**SideTrack**

I'm mad I just realized this smh..

In Kindergaten we did some sort of arts and crafts project right, but I really don't remeber what was the project or any of the details.

All I knew was the class had to get teeny tiny ziploc bags, and put something in it.

I forgot what.

--so anywho. on my way to school at the tender age of 7 or 8 I come across this teeny tiny ziploc bag on the sidewalk.

I was so estactic, because I knew my Teacher... [I believe her name was Mrs. Liebo-something with an L...w.e.]

As soon as I step into the classroom I put my bag away and jacket away run up to the teacher and show her the ziploc bag and how I had found it that morning on the sidewalk.

She looks at me and the bag and looks so pleased. 

of course I'm blushing like "Yea.. I know I AM the shit!" 

Then she says

"Sasha this is great, now do you think you could find about 23 more of these bags for the rest of the class?"

At that point I'm like... "uhh... sure"

not wanting to dissapoint my teacher.

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we never finished that project... and it wasn't spoken of. EVER.

I'm 18 and  I was sitting on my bed 30 mins ago and it just hit me.

That teeny tiny ziploc bag, was a nickel bag. 

I brought my teacher a bag that was used to hold ganja [believe you me I'm not being all high and mighty]

I didn't know what it was I was just happy I got it.

My Teacher was like 40 something right??

and she asked me if I could find some more for the rest of the class..

Umm Hello?? I'm sure she knew wtf those bags held. and the bitch dead asked me to go find some more for the rest of the class.

She probably was already thinking some fucked up shit, "oo i bet you found it...smh, calling CPS on your black ass if you bring some more of those bags"

OMG this is really sad.

I'm looking back on it thinking wow.. how could someone really think like that.

about children??

it reminds me of this book I started reading and never finished... cuz IDK 

I wasn't up to it haha...

Other People's Children

by: Lisa Delpit...

check it out..