There is nothing worse than a catty woman. I try my darndest not to be catty, and not to be bitter, to just live and let live. But if I were to be catty, I might mention a few things like:
-How I ran into my ex at the store the other day, and got my first closeup view of him and his homely wife
-After all I've heard about her, I thought that she'd at least be beautiful on the outside. But hey, she is not.
-How he and I nodded a hello, but he was breaking his neck trying to look at me
-How I couldn't help but feel like I was living that infamous Old Spice commercial: "Look at your wife, now look at me. Look at your wife, now look at me. Now, she is NOT me."
-How I looked at myself in the mirror the next morning and shouted "She's ugly!!!" and then laughed and danced my way through the rest of the day
-How I got a text from him and I thought about all the ways I could blow up his spot, but instead I just blocked his number
-How I thought about his new found girth as I weighed myself at the gym, and realized that I am just four pounds away from my goal
I'd say all those things, if I were a catty broad. Thank goodness I'm not.
Now, about Method Man. He is on my LIST. He's that guy that could point to me in a crowd, shout "COME HERE!" and I would go running. Of course, if he yelled something ignant, like "YO BITCH COME HERE!", I would roll my eyes. Yeah, I'd still run to him, but not real fast. (jokes) I used to love this song back in the day and they played it on the radio recently, so I thought I'd share here. Enjoy!