So back to the dudes on the couch

So I walk in go in my room to review my purchases and hear a man say my name. I start screaming. Like horror flick top of my longs screaming and I hear "Don’t scream don't scream!" I walk into the living room and there are 2 dudes on the couch. One starts saying "You know me you know me." Turns out it is the chick from down the hallway's bf or fb ... (yes the one who got evicted). So he starts this long explanation of how the bloods chased him into the stairway and he shot at them and now the cops are after him. Yeah my building was full of bloods. I told y’all it was hood. So the cops were looking for him and he ran to the apartment of this dude down the hallway. I had just come back from vacation and the dude down the hallway had been feeding my cat and still had the key and let these MFers hide in my apartment. (Mind you I was still pretty green from growing up in Maybury and thought nothing of giving the dread down the hallway my key).

So I didn't want anybody putting my name in this shit and getting caught up in this so I said “Well chill here until things die down and then get out.” So what do you talk about to 2 dudes you don’t know hiding from the bloods and the cops? You tell them email jokes. So we sat there until like 3 in the morning telling stupid jokes. And then when all had died down I told them to get the F out. But not before my dumbass had the cute one suck my toes and gave him my phone number. (I’ve come a long way people). So dude would call me CONSTANTLY talkin about "I think I'm falling in love with you.” When he cried on the phone one day I changed my number and that was the end of that situation. Until homegirl found me on myspace. Next thing you know I got a friend request from the cry baby talking about "just cause you got problems with her don't change what we have" WTF? Delete account. Mi vida loca