It's gotta go...

Yep, that southern hospitality is not for a place like N.Y. Someone please shoot me the next time I make eye contact with the next {who knows} and forces my lips to speak "hello" Good-fucking-ness....



Well this gentlemen took my "hello" too far and now I can officially add him to the list of stalkers. Ok..let me back up. I don't mind listening to a person (hell, the train is coming anyway and hopefully they will go on about their business afterwards, right?) but to follow me is just outta control. So I sucked it up thinking **well this will be the last time I see him anyway...I can be nice until I get to my express stop**....SHIIIIIIII



Sure enough I got off the train and everything was cool that day; but someone please tell me why I saw "Mista" the next dayum day. UGH. Now homeboy must have had a nights worth of fun cause he brought two lovely fever blisters (one on the bottom lip and the other on top) to the conversation with him this day. All I could think was **please back the hell up--this is not the time or place to be all in my face**....




So evil Ebone' started to kick in and I acted as if I was blasting my ipod--which wasnt even on, but you know--but that still didnt work. The fool starting tapping me and shit...*hey, listen to this....look at this**...and I'm like **fuck--go away and don't fucking touch me**.So he got the point for a hot second but still managed to get on the same car as me....{dayum}. Now why the most ridiculous people want attention--I will never know, but homeboy was trying so hard to converse with everyone on the train. I guess he picked up a paper or something and it had a picture of some nasty freaky naked chick that got caught for some kind of scandal and he thought it was necessary to show the whole fucking train the cover-trying to show he was against it, I guess. The worst part is, he would spit on the cover to CONFIRM "she" was filth. And everytime he made a pouch in his lips to let whatever fucking infected ass saliva come out...I just cringed thinking **you better not get that shit on me with all that EXTRA on your lips**....



Long story short people...I've seen him a couple more times and he just won't leave me the hell alone. Dude had the nerve to tell me I was going to marry him one day?! **Umm yeah...when chitlines make you lose weight**....(gags)...



So I blame this on the dirty-dirty. See in the South, we speak to people as we walk by, and although I think this is a kind gesture-and I will STILL do it sometimes-I'm going to have to be selective to the people I greet in NY....ugh.