Bag that Hoe's face.

So yesterday, I went to my favorite place of all time, FOREVER21. My main man will walk me to it and leave to shop at Game Stop. I saw quite a few cool things, such as cheetah print hooded vests, every other piece of clothing with sequins, and Disney & Peanuts graphic prints. I ended up only buying a purple dress for only $12.50, shown hizzere:

After my purchase, my main man (I will refer to him as that for now on) met me at the Forever21 accessory store. I was hella thrown off when I made my initial steps inside since they rearrange shit drastically...headbands are now hung-up, not in table compartments and there are madd bowls filled with chunky plastic bracelets. The shoe game at Forever is decent, but the prices are a tinge more for trendyware. After a brisk browse, I only copped a colorful feather headband, which is fun and jazzy:

Now here goes my reference to my titled blog. As we were walking out of Forever, some breezy walks in. She ain't some stranger either. This bitch is in fact my weaksauce Ex's girlfriend, the one he dumped me over for...the one who homewrecked, at least now for my benefit. She wanted to be "Activity Partners" with him and felt that she was "ghetto, but not ghetto like (me)". So a word of advice for all my beautiful ladies, STAY READY. I mean this with L-O-V-E. Cuz thank goodness Lord JEEZUS, my hair was neat, I was dressed decently, and my makeup was fabulous that nite, unlike that hoebag...This bitch looked like she got beat-up by the Chinatown Muni Bus Lady ("You Stupid!") and was dressed like a 12 year old, Section 8 resident . Should I disect this bitch's appearance for pleasurable gain? Fuck it, its my blog.

So this bitch is wearing a light blue Hello Kitty Tee (I luv Hello Kitty, but not on fat fugly hoes) and some brown khaki pants. I didn't get to peep her shoe game but I bet top dollar that it ain't worth jockin...In addition, this bitch ain't got no makeup on, she gained 10lbs on her chin and really, she ain't even worth pimpin out.

My reaction to seeing her (this was the very first time I physically saw her since 3 years ago, when my Ex left me for her) was like, "Damn. This bitch is not aging gracefully". At that moment, all I did was sternly stare at in her wack ass eyes for the whole time till we passed by each other. Then, I told my main man that it was her, the bitch who deliberately hollered at my Ex while I was with him, and hated on me by saying she was way better than me. Bitchassness. It really made my nite to see this bitch all jacked and wacked up, like an ugly duckling that turned into an uglier duckling. Bitch, I am Gangsta. Like I tend to say as my mantra, "Haters Love Me". Pizzease!

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