The truth won’t set you free

Well first things first. I only recently found out about this whole online diary/blog community. It’s taken me a few days to finally venture forward but hey, better late than never.

Last year, as one of my New Year’s resolutions, I promised to be more blunt. I’m a reasonably honest person mind you but I have a tendency to not speak up when something is bothering me. Well since taking that resolution the results have been a mixed bag.

The first example of me using my new found bluntness resulted in my grandmother getting cussed out. I haven’t spoken to her in almost a year and a half and believe it or not, I like things better that way. I’ll probably get into the circumstances of that some other day.

Anyway, the latest example hurt someone’s feelings too. Last night I was IMing a friend (Mistress). She kept making comments and jokes about hacking my computer, so I asked her if she did. She went into some spiel about if she did, she wouldn’t tell me and if she didn’t I probably wouldn’t believe her anyway. This coming from a woman who told me about hacking into her friend’s computer, stalking him in a chat room (under another identity), and just fucking with his head for about a week. She said that if I were her man and I lied to her that she probably would but since I’m not she doesn’t care.

Gee, that makes me feel secure!

Now after the last statement she made, she asked if I honestly thought she would hack me? I told her the truth, which is, I think she probably would. Boy that went over only slightly better than a KKK rally in downtown Detroit. Well, if we lived in the same state I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t be getting any from her for a little while. Since we don’t it’s a moot point.

Oh well.

Author: Freaky Deaky I'm a horny, opinionated, smart-ass, antisocial, introverted, misanthropic, agnostic, nonconformist, free thinking, hedonistic, highly intelligent, and arrogant black man with a dirty mind.