Then I got an email. A stupid one.
So I figured (being the petty that I am) I'd address it here. Anyways, I won't say any names, but this person who sent said email would get on my nerve if I had one left. With all this being said...you ever stop f*ckn with someone and they keep trying to have these unnecessary conversations with you like y'all still cool? First of all, I don't like you. Like Big Sean said, "I Don't F*ck With You."
Listen, my level of petty is so much so, that when said person opens their mouth to speak, there is literal throw up in the back of my throat (ugh, eye roll). That's an improvement from mental funerals (at least I think so). Not all folks on my IDFWU list fall into this category. Some just go on the eternal block list (it's just not enough time in the day). A select few though, make it here. Congratulations, welcome to the hole! Come on down and claim your prize!!!
The grand prize is NOTHING.
It's just like when you were little and you got that speech before you went into the store with your Mom (Don't touch NOTHING, don't look at NOTHING, don't break NOTHING, and don't ask for NOTHING). I don't wanna discuss NOTHING, if you see me, don't say NOTHING, don't bring me NOTHING, don't ask me for NOTHING, ect, (you get the point-NOTHING).
Y'all, I'm halfway through the year, so I'm 50% less petty than I was in petty17 (See? Progress). I've reached the conclusion, if I'm still petty by December then y'all just stuck with me as is. Sorry, not sorry. And those of you who question it will get, guess what? NOTHING (TADA!!!) But, naw really, back to my "regularly" scheduled program.
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