GIFTS BY THE DOOR EQUATES TO A GIFT IN THE HAND??? NOT…..

I don’t know how to view this situation that I literally walked into. Minding my own business, listening to the whistling wind through the mountains from my amazing view, I hurriedly paced to the door of my little cave, where I call my home. Yup, patio chairs were just where I left it, scattered leaves still on the ground….. dead insects strewn over the hot tiles…..flowers from the nearby trees….. check… check… check…. Everything in an order. Life was just as I left it this morning. Coming upon the outer gate of my door, I realized my sanctuary was disrupted by a white, Caribbean Airlines plastic bag, lodged between the door and the gate to the door. WTF…… who the F**k…… Now, I maybe the very passive woman that will allow majority of misdemeanors done to myself slide for the sake of a friendship. I will allow indecisiveness (from a “friend”), the casual “horn” can be overlooked (from a “friend”), disappointments (from a “friend”), no respect for time (from a “friend”)…. The list can go on and on….. Reason for me in the past allowing shit like this to occur nonstop and without fail, was due to a small emotion within me called “love”……. Now this emotion in my case f**Ks you up….. happy couples may disagree and call me bitter. But shit no, you all never met these incompetent pieces of shit I met. Experience what I have experienced then you can judge my perception on this emotion called “love”. That was the FYI .1. part of this blog….. My little piece of sanctuary is mine… and mine alone….. I owe no one…. I come and go when and how I want… I allow who I want into what I hold as sacred. This is where I heal, this is where I vent, this is where I can be myself and have no wondering eyes see me and make judgment on how I live and what I do…..friend or not…. Ask permission before you even decide to come near my place…. This is an action if taken will have dire consequences. Again…. FYI .2. Anyway…. Back to the original entry….. the plastic Caribbean Airlines bag…. *twilight music in background*…… I opened the door with surprise but this heat and shudder rolled up my neck just of the thought of someone parking up, and coming to my place without me knowing. Why the f**k do you think you have the right to do that without me knowing? I walked inside… paranoid as ever…. Dropped the bag on the couch, closed the door, not even touching the bag, and stared at this “gift”….. Who left the country? Who knows I like this brand? Who? That just supports me saying I have not communicated with you for quite some time… I totally forgot you existed. Then it hit me, like a freight train from the left while you decided to play chicken with said freight train but ended up forgetting the game of chicken and keeling over with a serious shit pains…. …. “fire bun”………. You mother**ker…. You always had to have things your way… no cares for anyone else. Always you…. Just a word of advice…… constructive criticism…… Evolve…… Grow…. Allow Change…. Its good…… Live those words and you will I am sure become a person that people can tolerate for longer periods of time… give or take n’ hour… hour n ah half….. You left, you came back and I heard nothing from you for a VERY long time. With no regard and no respect you drop this and you expect a jolly call from me as I did in the past? “Oh My God Fire Bun…. You are back in the country and you got me this….. waow… I love it…. Thanks so much….. when am I seeing you?” Oh wait….. snap…… you have to go greet the other women first also??? Oh ok…. I will be in the background…. I will wait…. Lol….like one emotional retard. Come on man……get with the program…. I am NOT the person I used to be. Don’t f**k with me now, I will rip you apart. This is not a threat, this is figurative speaking, so the guy from that TV station that is trying to dig dirt up on me, I am not trying to kill anyone ok…… anyway… you have a blog entry coming up your ass soon…. MR. I. I. Back to Caribbean Airlines Plastic Bag……. I don’t hate you, although, God knows I should, I just want a healthy arm’s length approach. You are not the best person to have around, and I would really like to forget you and your existence. Which I believe I have done already…… Like in the show Shottas “yuh ah pestilence in ah meh life” (as Louie Rankin said) You are a poison that feeds on the weaknesses of those around you and break them when they least expect it. You changed my life in a good way, you help strengthen my tolerance and patience for complete emotionally retarded dick wipes like yourself. And I thank you for it. May your name be praised in high within the lesbian realms, cause you can really make any woman become a hardcore lesi…… (NO MR.I.I. from that television station…… this is just a statement…..so chillax) That is the one good thing you ever did for me. FYI.3. Don’t lodge any of your gifts by the door, if you don’t have the testicular fortitude to give it to me in person….. please for your own sanity and safety, I am not the same person as before. I need none of your trinkets I can get those on my own. This really did not come out as a blog entry but as a warning. So whomsoever, girlfriend, boyfriend, friend of this toxic individual, please pass the message on. Thank God for Zofran and those serotonin receptor blockers, you are now thought of as an episode of Nightmare on Elms Street…. Old, disturbing n terrible graphics…… Jus sayin’……… Unicorns and sprinkles….. rainbows and magic stars….. F**k Off Fire Bun…. I aint the same person…. M.S.... Out n' Bad......