DMs from a Dead Man.

Where the sidewalk ends...

Fingers crossed he doesn't block me. 🏿 I'm highkey nervous. I just put my foot in my mouth. Let me stop bothering this man. 

He didn't block me. *wipes sweat from my huge ass forehead* Adding family on Facebook is something that sounds like a good idea until you actually do it. I think i'll take a little break from social media. 

DAMN ALISHA BACK AT IT AGAIN WITH BEING IN PRINCE'S DMs!!!!!!! CREEPIN' ASS lol. :)

I've said it once so that means I've probably thought it a million times. I hate social media. I hate the internet.

So I'm friends with this girl and she's talking to me about Prince and El Debarge. She keeps telling me some inside tea but every time I tell her inside tea I discovered she's so quick to say "show me how you got that info"

"send me the link"

"where's the proof?"

"receipts?"

I thought you not supposed to site your sources when spilling tea. I don't ask her for her sources. It's like she never believes me. Girl, I loveeeeeeeeeeeeee PRINCE. Why would I lie about my future husband? El DeBarge ain't worth of me telling a lie. What could I lie about? If I said "homeboy likes cinnamon toast crunch." she replies "Where did you get that? LINK!" and i'm just sitting here like "You really think I got time to lie about cereal."

I knew something was up with her from the beginning. Her profile picture is a sidewalk with animated chalk. I don't like to think of people as ugly. I don't like to call people ugly cause i'm ugly. I just got one question......... How ugly are you that your profile picture is the ground? HOW SWAY!!!!!?????? All her pics online look like some damn ClipArt from Microsoft word.

So anyway back to Sarah (her name) she asked me for a link about some Prince fact. I was like "Look it up. It's true." and then she left my messaged on read. I thought to myself that she was looking it up. Four hours later I get a message saying "I don't believe you." I said "whatever" Sarah proceeded to tell me her love for El DeBarge and blah blah blah. I sent back some minimal responses. She then tried to debate with me on BRANDY vs WHITNEY HOUSTON. She just would not quit.

"I respect your opinion even when it's wrong. Whitney Houston was way more relevant than Brandy in the 90s" I said.

"It's not wrong. You're just upset that someone called you out on your shit. That's why I never trusted your lying stupid-ass. Whitney wasn't on Moesha (the highest rated show of the 1990s) you dumb cunt. She didn't even have a show in the 1990s and you claim she was relevant" Sarah replied.

I contemplated tracking down her ISP & coming to her house to kick her ass but that's not my style. So I proceeded to type a long novel of a message that could hurt her feelings so bad, she'd contemplate suicide but then I deleted it. I'm not willing to stoop so low over something so irrelevant. I just replied to her "BRB going to a party."

"Oh well have fun. What kind of party?" she responded.

"A block party! Bye you fake Shel-Silverstein-Where-The-Sidewalk-Ends-wannabe whore. BLOCKEDT PUNK!" I messaged her. I waited until it said 'Sarah typing' to block her.

END OF CHAPTER 3

Authors note: Kind of a lengthy chapter. I wanted to be able to still add character and plot to the story. I didn't want it to just be a picture book. Plus upcoming chapters will be filled with  pictures of DMs and tweets so....