REJECTED!

Ok, so here is the first of two very honest posts.

My ex rejected me. And a bitch is still kinda tight about the shit. Not on some boo hoo wanna go bust the windows out of a niggas car or nun. But more like a ...."Shit, U kno u wanna hang out with me!" lol. Its funny. But I am the biggest believer in Kharma I've rejected many a nigga and I see it is finally my turn. Thats the breaks I guess.

Speaking of breaks I'm getting a car and I can not express how fucking excited I am. I mean, I'm excited like all of the drunk off beer white people were when they found out the Philly's one the world series.

(BTW the shit happened a minute ago, I'm sick of the fucking memorobilia; if you werent there destroying the city with the rest of us, you have no idea wat u missed, no autographed balls can fix that for you) And this is related to the title of the post bc I am rejecting the notion that I should still be excited about that or hope that the Eagles win the SuperBowl.