January 09, 2004

Little Ditty

Last night I basically hit the breaking point. I found myself feeling restless after hanging with R and went back to 419 as I'm known to do. I plopped myself downstairs on a stool, literally put my head on my hand and proceeded to people watch, hoping to just chill out before heading off home. But, it was really just a stream of punks all taking their chance. Am I the crazy one? Is it really just naive for a woman to want to be somewhere and just mind her fucking business? Sheesh.

But for the record, even with the bitch face on, I'm not unnecessarily straight up non-receptive to chatting. I like random chatter. I'm a random magnet, I can't help it. I just hate the stupid things men say/do in pursuit. For example, slithering up like a snake (well that's what it looks like), approaching from the side, stupid leers, or lame pickup sounding conversation starters are bound for the smackdown. Just realize it. Humor is always a plus. I mean, is it really that surprising that a woman will be on her guard? I just don't get them.

Anyways, bored on the train ride home, I composed a slight verse. I'm no rapper by far, but I might perform this one as a party favor. It sums it all up so well...

Set to the tune of "Get Down (Like a Pimp)", natch.

Now I really hate them old
Annoying mofos
Smiling in my face
They can't leave a girl alone
I suppose
They like the way Ms. Kitty pimps
Still you can catch me in APT
Looking really pissed

Or you can catch me in Sapphire
Pressure going up
Cause I'm tired of punks
Who want to get kicked in the nuts
I'm a vain Brooklyn bitch
Who ain't giving a fuck
But they need to step off
Before they make me get rough

They'll make me
Rough up a punk
Embarrass a fuck
Ms. Kitty don't give a shit
About what you want you want sucked
Get a damn clue
And leave me alone
Yeah so what you think I'm hot?
You need to worry about broken bones.

Seriously. Anyways, if someone could make me one of those t-shirt transfer things that says "Motherfucker, Step Off!" (especially since the birthday is coming up *hint, hint*), you might be my new best friend.

Posted by Candicissima at January 9, 2004 02:51 PM