blkdragon

grounded
2006-12-28 02:28:46 (UTC)

Bitch shit & properties

12/28--5:48PM—I went to look at 2 properties with Sheridan
and the agent, the first could be an ideal initial
investment, the second was a joke; even for $29k and both
were in Troy. Sheridan left us to get Anne from work; I gave
the woman my particulars and told her what I was looking
for. Sheridan kept talking about a 10k down-payment, we’ll
have to discuss where that money will be coming from, we’re
to talk tomorrow night, he’s told me that he’ll help in any
way he can; I’m sure that doesn’t include forking up the
down-payment and I wouldn’t have that anyway.
I’d already gotten positive feedback from a mortgage lender,
I need to pay off my credit card debt and everything will be
good. After coming home, I got a call from another Realtor
asking if I were ready to do business with them, I told them
to get back to me in 6 months.
Sheridan called when he and Anne got home, we talked about
the outing today, then Anne chimed in and we began talking
about the women I love; I told her of the decision I was
gravitating to. I told her that Bea arrived on Christmas
Day, that I hadn’t seen her and how I was feeling
unimportant in her life, how I’ve decided to move on from
Bea and Charlotte. If I’m not important enough for her to
see or talk to me in the time she’s going to be home, she
shouldn’t remain that important to me, I was making her one
of the most important people in my life; plans have a way of
changing. The only thing that kept me interested in
Charlotte’s life was the hope I’d become a major component
in it, such won’t be the case, now our conversations are
static and stagnant; I’m not interested in what she has to
say because it has no relevance to Me. I still and will
probably always love both of these women on some level, but
it’s time to start another chapter in this life
An old friend called, Umar, we talked about growing up in
the hood; he told me that he had wanted to be like me. We
got on the subject of the girlfriends I had back then, I
didn’t think anyone noticed what or whom I was doing and
then he mentioned Chandra/Cynthia/Doris/Fran/Virginia and
the 2Karens, there were others he never knew about. We
talked about the death of my Brother Bob, my feelings about
his murder/suicide. As Umar was about to end our
conversation, I noticed a call coming from Italy, my “boy”
Jason; I told Umar I needed to take this call and we hung up.
“What’s up Old School”? Damn, I was happy to hear this kid’s
voice. I told him that I hadn’t gotten his letter yet, but
that I saved his v/m and would be sending him a letter soon,
he told me that he didn’t have much time and in the middle
of our conversation the line went dead; I was still smiling.
While at work yesterday, I began leaving mental triggers for
Paul-ine, the first one set him off just fine and I had a
million of em. The first gem: Dial-a-friend.com/$1.99 per
minute—In a battle of wits, mental midgets always come up
short. I left this where he was sure to see it and told Greg
to let him know I left it for him, I’d stepped away from the
area and upon my return I noticed it gone; Greg told me that
Paul-ine found it and got angry before tearing it up. I
smiled, round one.
I really have better things to do, since this is something
he can understand, so be it! I made sure that he saw me
writing on the paper that I left for him, the next gem would
be on yellow paper: Bitch Boy…Coming soon to a pressroom
near you. He tried to ignore this one, I picked it up and
went over to him, he saw it in my hand and asked why I was
paying so much attention to him.
I told him that he’d been warned to leave me alone for the
last month and a half, he didn’t listen and now I’m giving
him my undivided attention, I also told him that I wanted
him to know that I left the missives; unlike his attempts at
secrecy. I told Paul-ine that a man stands up for what he
does, I was here standing before him and then I walked away.
At the end of the day he asked Mike if I’d said something
about him, what I have to say to him can be said to his
face, on his way past me he muttered; “I’m leaving now!” The
question would be, who cares?
I don’t feel a need to continue this nonsense, hopefully
he’s gotten the point and decides to stop putting his shovel
where there is no shit, if not; the saga will continue and
he’ll suffer for it.
I plan to remind him tomorrow that what I have to say to him
will be said to him, I don’t do the bitch shit and I'll make
a point to tell him that's what I think he is.
I baked a cake tonight, Ray hasn’t returned my containers
and until he does I’ll be eating alone.
Charles just called, his Mother has told him to leave
because he doesn’t want to pay the rent anymore, she says
it’s not working out; even though he was paying $100 per wk
on a $400 per month apartment. He told me that his Mother
isn’t trying to find work and she’s planning to go to a
shelter, the story of her life; he sees how he’s being used
and he doesn’t’ like it. I told him that I’ll be by on
Friday, I’ll try to see the mgr and find out what’s what, I
may even try to mediate between the two of them; if Charles
isn’t in her house I’ll stop the child support payments and
he can claim independence. Always the vindictive witch when
things don’t go her way, but I think Charles instigated this
shit, granted he had a reason to be angry; I’m not set up to
have him here. The bottom line is that as long as I have a
place to live, he should have a place to live; my home is
his home until Death.
Time for my soak!





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