+Fooled...: By Myself.

Wow, so I've been gettin' back on track with my blog game. Things are starting to slowly adjust themselves and I'm actually finding that I have more things to blog about as my life is progressing.

POW!

My personal life needs some work though.

Today I actually had to call my phone company to get a dumb nigga blocked from contacting me. This is something that I've never had to do before, so I know it's a serious ass situation when I have to address shit, by blocking peoples numbers. They needed validation from my mom and all that because I'm not quite an adult yet. And the crazy thing about it....? Is that my mom had no problem what so ever with doing this.

I mean, I knew it would be easy, but I didn't think that it would be all that easy...

She seemed almost happy that I wanted this.

But it's sorta understandable. I mean, this nigga came in my house at 2 AM.....got his dumb self caught and scared the crap out of my mother.....took my phone charger AND my brothers phone charger.....didn't give mines back till I thought of a way to jimmy-rigg my shit back, and lied to my brothers about when they were gonna get theirs back. He's crazy....And my mom definitely knew, because even if she didn't know all the other shit that went on, once it came to the phone chargers, she was on that shit. Because she bought them....And when you spend money on something and the thing just goes M. I. A. for a while, you start to get a little frustrated and concerned right?

Yeh.....My momma.

She's certainly not at all dumb. And as much as I HATE her getting into my business.....I love her for that. She sees everything before it comes.....and she saw this....and she didn't like it because she knew something was going on that was unhealthy from the jump, which is why me wanting to block this niggas number is not surprising to her. She's all for it.

So trust your parents....because chances are when you think you're being slick....you're really not.

I feel like I've gotten, and still do, get away with a lot. But even though my parents don't know every single thing that I do in detail.....that doesn't mean that they are totally oblivious to the fact that my ass is being bad. They know.

THEY ALWAYS KNOW.

And the older I get, the more I realize that this is actually very true.

"How you gone run game on a nigga thats known you for your whole entire life??"

Answer: You can't.