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Post by Chal™ on Mar 11, 2010 17:03:51 GMT -5
@ Hyp true, but Kim is now back in Helena with his/her parents. for now anyway.
@ Mel You're a SSC junkie. lol. i'll get back to them. right now I have to post one for Juicy. It's coming up now.
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Post by Chal™ on Mar 11, 2010 17:04:29 GMT -5
For Juicy J lol @ J. not you, too. way back when (before i knew any better) I fought my boyfriend and his car while his girlfriend called the police. and yes. I said that right. Now, you know good and dog gone well you have to elaborate! That is a cliff hanger! Details, details! *grabs popcorn and sweet tea* *Since it’s been years since this happened, some of the conversation from that day is kinda vague, so I’ll put in as much as I remember. It’s kinda long, so I’ll cut it into 2 parts* Part 1 My bf @ the time and I had an apartment together. He worked 1st shift and I had just gotten a new position at my fairly new job that required me to work 3rd shift. So technically, we spent maybe 4 hours a day together. Considering his nature (very clingy) I could see how it strained things a bit, but we were in a really rough patch and needed the money. As fate would have it, one of the Uppers at my job messed up a $98,000 order meaning the company had to work much overtime in or not to have to pay that plus be fined some odd thousand dollars. I was offered the chance to get a hell of a lot of overtime. Double shifts 6 days a week for 5 weeks. That’s how long they had to fix it. So, being the good girlfriend, I talked it over with him. It would make me work 3rd and 1st shift and we really needed the money. But even though we were both home during 2nd shift, I would be so dog tired when I got home. I stayed up as long as I could. I got paid weekly, so that first paycheck after over time was beautiful. We were sooooooo happy that after handling our business, we went to dinner and a movie to celebrate. The second check, I noticed that his enthusiasm wasn’t as great as the week before. The third check, I noticed that the enthusiasm was forced. So I called him on it. Asked him what was up. He gave some bs answer, but I found out (much later) that his problem was with the overtime, I made more money than he did. Like $3 an hour more. To me it didn’t make a difference because it was temporary and it got us caught up on our stuff. To him, it was a cardinal sin. With the third check, we got completely caught up on everything and had money to spare. He said that I should stop the OT at this point, but I couldn’t. I was committed to the full 5 weeks. See, it was all or nothing. They wanted the same people doing the same thing everyday. He knew this, but again, the money thing. So, I kept going. To be continued |
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Post by Julie Art on Mar 11, 2010 17:44:10 GMT -5
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I spent 45 min reading this whole thread from beginning to end and here is what I was looking for, lmaaaaaaaaaaaoooooooooooooooo!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Post by Chal™ on Mar 11, 2010 18:08:53 GMT -5
lol @ that. lol
Part 2
We were scheduled to finish the job around 11pm on Friday of the 5th week and come back to ship it out that Saturday. We actually finished at like 3 am Thursday night/ Friday morning. So they told us that we could go home and as a token of appreciation, they would still pay us the overtime for the rest of the term. It was a little after 4 when I got home and since I knew he had to get up at 4:30, I figured I’d go wake him up all nice like. So I eased in the house and tiptoed to the bedroom and there they were all nice and comfortable and spooned up together in the middle of my bed.
I remember every emotion that came over me. Disbelief, because I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. Anger, because this ninja had a chick not just in my house but in my damn bed. Sadness, because for just one brief second, i really believed it was my fault. And finally, RAGE, because this ninja had a chick in my bed.
You know what I did? I didn’t scream or yell or cry. I got a chair from the kitchen and put it over by his side of the bed and I sat there the whole 5-7 minutes it took for the alarm clock to go off. When it went off, he reached over to turn it off and in a haze of sleep, he smiled at me, realized that it really was me, then jumped up. (He later told me that the expression on my face was the scariest thing he’d ever seen because at time like this, I was smiling.)
Me: Good morning, Marcellus.
Him: (speechless)
Me: Who’s your friend?
Him: (speechless)
Me: You wanna wake her up?
He shakes her and when she sees me, she actually screams.
Me: Good morning. Sleep well?
Her: Ah ah, I think I should go.
Me: (by now I’m blocking the door) Nah. Stay. Let’s talk.
Her: I’m so sorry.
Me: Yea, whatever. How do you know Cellus?
Her: We met at his job.
Me: When?
Her: 3 weeks ago.
Me: Did you know about me?
Her: Huh?
Me: Did he tell you about me?
Her: Um…
Me: Don’t lie. Did you know about me?
Her: He told me that yall had broken up and the only reason he still lived here was because he was waiting to get approved for his apartment.
That was all I needed from her. I’m not one of those chicks who go after the girl. HE did wrong by me. Not her. So, I grabbed my purse and keys and I was just gonna leave. He got mad because I wasn’t gonna fight for him. But why should I? Why should I fight for a cheater. I don’t care why you did it. The point is, you did it. So, I just left and went to my mom’s house. All I said was, “Ma, I wanna come home” and that was that. No questions no nothing. I didn’t like putting people in my relationships. He called and texted, texted and called, but I just ignored him. I waited until like 11 to go get my stuff. I figured he would be at work. They were still there. Yea. They were still there. So I turned to leave. This time he followed me outside yelling all kinda of stuff at me. Once he realized he had an audience, he tried to get dirty with it. He grabbed my arm and yanked me around.
A neighbor: Let her go, Cellus!
Him: Mind yo business. Go in the house.
Neighbor: Nei, you want me to call 911?
Me: Nah, Stace. I’m good.
I remember telling him to let me go. He wouldn’t. Then the girl came outside. He turned to say something to her and I yanked free and walked towards my car. He called me a bitch. Then another bitch. Then another bitch. But then that fourth bitch, there was something different about it. That one really touched me and hurt my feelings. The things her was saying to me were just…… So instead of getting in my car and driving away, I grabbed the crowbar I kept on the backseat and went back towards him. He was leaning on his car. I swung. Hard. He ducked just in time. The car window didn’t make it. I swung again. He ran. The windshield didn’t make it. I kept swinging. He was gone, but the car was still there. Then I started to write my name in the hood of his car with the end of the crowbar. I was so mad, I wasn’t just scratching the paint, I was digging into metal at some points.
She ran up on me trying to take it from me. Maybe it was reflexes, but the next thing I know, she took a couple to the face. He ran up to defend her. That got me. I just started swinging. I didn’t care that he was a guy. I didn’t care that he was bigger than me. I didn’t care that on a normal day he could most definitely whup my ass because this was NOT a normal day and the only ass that was gonna get whupped was his. Backing away from me he tripped on the curb. What he do that for? I was on him. Then I started getting mad because even though I was getting in some good hits, he was blocking a hell of a lot of my shots. So I maced him. Maced the shit out of him. Held down that button until that lil can was empty. I heard the sirens, but I didn’t care. I was hurt. It was the worse feeling in the world. First I find yall in the bed and then you come defending her? Okay. Bet.
The cops that came the ones who patrolled our neighbor hood. They knew us. In the squad car, the Wicks asked me what happened. I told him the truth. Why lie? I asked him could I could use my cell phone. Knowing my family, he said, “Yea, as long as you aren’t calling anyone to come over here.” So I called my mama and I said, “Ma, call Aunt Sheena and tell her to process my papers. I’m going to Jail East.”
I should have been charged. I should have gone to jail. But my ex came up there and told them he didn’t want to press any charges. He didn’t want anything to happen to me because he was wrong and everything was his fault. I didn’t go to jail, but I still had to go to court. They made me take anger management and gave me 12 months to make restitution for the car, otherwise, they were gonna charge me with assault and vandalism. I did the anger management. He sent in the restitution money. I left.
I have no record. I learned my lesson. I see clearer than ever. I've grown up. And most importantly, I've repented. That's all that matters.
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Post by Mrs. Eyes on Mar 11, 2010 18:52:01 GMT -5
^ WOW. You sound stronger from it too.
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Post by Julie Art on Mar 11, 2010 21:43:57 GMT -5
Wow!
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Post by Chal™ on Mar 11, 2010 21:51:40 GMT -5
<===== can get really really REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY mean when pushed too far.
That's why i try to walk away from stuff. It's not because I'm a punk. Never that. It's because I scare myself when I lose control of myself. I'm breaking my back to help make sure we straight and you brought this broad to my house? In my bed? Wait...WHAT?!?!?! When I hit that girl (and it's her fault for running up on me) they say i still had that crowbar in my hand. Had he not ducked and ran, that same crowbar would have done some major damage. Like I said, I was so mad, I pulled up metal. Looking back on it now, I thank God it turned out like it did.
Now i just tell people, shut up and let me walk away. I've seen and experienced too much violence in my life. I just want that part to be over,
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Post by BKupInHere on Mar 12, 2010 11:07:47 GMT -5
Please tell me Marcellus' life (and the nassy ho) life turned into a sh!tstorm after it all happened.
I cant believe that ho WAS STILL IN YOUR APT (or left & came back,whatever).
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Post by Chal™ on Mar 12, 2010 13:04:15 GMT -5
His cousin sent me a letter last year talking bout he regret what he did and every girl he's had since treated him the way he treated me. him and the girl were suppose to be getting married but he found out she was screwing every Tom, Dick, and Cellus. Then he was suppose to marry some other chick, but she was abusive, and stuff like that. Last I heard, the first chick is in jail he's trying to go to the army.
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Post by Mrs. Eyes on Mar 12, 2010 13:24:13 GMT -5
^ Karma.................
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Post by Chal™ on Mar 12, 2010 13:34:15 GMT -5
yea, and he knows it. His letter started out:
Dear N****,
Karma is a bitch.
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Post by Chal™ on Mar 12, 2010 13:35:31 GMT -5
oh, and i still have the facebook notes he sent back then. they flip flop between i miss you, come back and you a evil mofo for doing me like this. lol
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Post by Kyng of JDs on Mar 12, 2010 14:03:36 GMT -5
wow Chal. just wow. I love the chair with the smile tho.
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Post by Mrs. Eyes on Mar 12, 2010 14:03:49 GMT -5
^ LMAO! FUnny!
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Post by Chal™ on Mar 12, 2010 14:16:13 GMT -5
wow Chal. just wow. I love the chair with the smile tho. you don't think that's twisted? lol. that fool was looking at me like, "This bitch is crazy!!" |
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Post by Kyng of JDs on Mar 12, 2010 14:50:29 GMT -5
yeah. I would have hauled ass when you left. His level of (or lack of) intellect was demonstrated when he stayed
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Post by BKupInHere on Mar 12, 2010 15:07:43 GMT -5
His cousin sent me a letter last year talking bout he regret what he did and every girl he's had since treated him the way he treated me. him and the girl were suppose to be getting married but he found out she was screwing every Tom, Dick, and Cellus. Then he was suppose to marry some other chick, but she was abusive, and stuff like that. Last I heard, the first chick is in jail he's trying to go to the army. What an insecure idiot who is getting EXACTLY what he deserves. I hope the girl gave him a raging case of Herpes!  ...bastidb!tcha$$mofosuckabuttidiotbastid <---copyrights "bastidb!tcha$$mofosuckabuttidiotbastid" before Damie steals it |
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Post by Chal™ on Mar 12, 2010 15:29:38 GMT -5
bastidb!tcha$$mofosuckabuttidiotbastid©
Dea you go
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Post by Oren Ishii on Mar 12, 2010 15:40:18 GMT -5
F*cker got what he deserved. Dirty azz.
((HUG)) for chal. I so feel you on wanting the BS to be over in your life.
<---still here for you
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Post by Chal™ on Mar 12, 2010 15:49:56 GMT -5
F*cker got what he deserved. Dirty azz. ((HUG)) for chal. I so feel you on wanting the BS to be over in your life. <---still here for you i know and i apprecite you. really I do. |
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Post by Mrs. Eyes on Mar 12, 2010 15:55:05 GMT -5
Chal was u listenin to yo jam when writin that story of yo ex....I should use that whole scenario as my video. LMAO!
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Post by Chal™ on Mar 12, 2010 15:57:38 GMT -5
lol.
*in my "Damie" voice*
I want my royalties!!
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Post by Mrs. Eyes on Mar 12, 2010 16:06:33 GMT -5
HAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!
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Post by Chal™ on Mar 15, 2010 11:09:28 GMT -5
3/15/2010
Mm'kay. I'm not a big fan of Praise Dancers. I don't like them, but I don't not like them either. My niece, Poe, is on the youth's praise dancer squad crew team whatever it's called. She is the youngest and smallest on the team. Her first performance with them was during yesterday's evening service, so I went to support my Nonna Pooh. The song they "danced" to is Praise Him In Advance by Marvin Sapp.
The music begins. Out comes 10 girls ranging from ages 9 - 14. Looks like number six lost her cue and stepped out a few beats too late. Wait, look again. No, look down between 5 & 6. Yep, there's Poe. So short, she barely reaches the other girls' knees. We almost missed her. lol
The girls reach the front of the sanctuary as the song moves to the chorus. I started singing. I started clapping. I started dancing. People were laughing. They knew my..."
All of a sudden a tiny voice rises above the music.
"Wait! Wait! WAIT! WAIT! WAIT!"
The sound man stops the music. Everyone looks towards the voice and finds Poe standing in near tears in the front of the church. The lady who's over them quickly runs up to see what's wrong and it the cutest, sweetest, most innocent voice, Poe says,
"My momma can't see me."
They put her on the stairs leading up to the pulpit.
Poe: Can you see me now, momma?
Kia: (ol crybaby) I see you, Nonna.
Cue music. Complete dance. All in all, it was a very nice show. lol
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Post by Mrs. Eyes on Mar 15, 2010 11:17:40 GMT -5
That is so cute! I would have cried too with all them giants around me. I wanna see my momma! LOL!
Precious! Bless her heart.
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Post by Julie Art on Mar 15, 2010 12:12:46 GMT -5
LLLLLLLOOOOOOOOOOOOOLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOLLLLLLLLLLLLL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1
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Post by BKupInHere on Mar 16, 2010 20:51:17 GMT -5
<---cries for Poe Lil Tink Tink
They know they're wrong for putting her around those left back 1st graders
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Post by Chal™ on Apr 5, 2010 0:02:51 GMT -5
Tonight, I was at Kia's house long enough to help tuck the kids in for bed. Found out Ja thinks he's a little poet. lol
Ja's Bedtime Prayer
Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray the Lord my soul to keep
If I should die before I wake
I pray the Lord my soul to take
God bless momma
God bless daddy
God bless my entire family
Help my momma find her smile
She ain't done it in a while
Tell my brother I said hi
Can't wait to see him in July (that's when Kia's due)
Help me to be good in school
To do my work, not break the rules
Oh, and Happy Easter Day
Amen
I love him!!
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Post by Mrs. Eyes on Apr 5, 2010 10:42:54 GMT -5
^ That was so cute. The prayers of the children be so sincere. Bless him.
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Post by BKupInHere on Apr 6, 2010 9:21:20 GMT -5
Kia's preggers??? Is it by the cop that pulled ya'll over?  |
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