The One Time It's Not My Fault

So I went to the park where we almost broke up the first time (although in my opinion that is where we broke up) to pour some beers out on the table we say at for that talk. The intent was entirely metaphorically different than your common rappers intent. So I hung there a while and smoked and entered sad sack phase (you can guess what this is... I'm not giving details). 3 guys approached me and asked me what's wrong. I briefly told them that this is where my fiance and I broke up (I consider her that even though there wasn't a ring with more than a quarter carrot (sp?) involved... we had made plans to get married and almost did... that counts to me). They started going on about "bitches this and bitches that". I politely asked them to cut out with the "calling the girl a bitch thing". They then responded with something along the lines of me being an "ungrateful motherfucker". I said, "No sirs, I am a man grateful for the kindness of strangers". They quipped back something to the effect of "Naw dawg, you are a bitch that can't call a bitch a bitch". I laughed and again asked them to cut out their colorful language in reference to the said "bitch". That is when they decided removing their shirts was the right idea. Call me crazy, but I think a tan was not their intent. It went back and forth for a few minutes with said colorful language and then one of them muttered something to the effect of "Don't fuck this bitch up cuz a bitch fucked him up". I thanked him profusely. They walked off. I did not stick around long enough to see if they put their shirts back on. So I guess I am a bitch that won't let some little dicks call her a bitch. The fuck is wrong with me???

Oh and some side notes... This post has nothing to do with self improvement. I just needed to write about it. On the self improvement side, I set up an appointment at Art Center with a counselor and sent her one of my films as well. Let's see what she thinks. I am as well waiting for my cousin to arrive from San Diego so we can complete the final draft of my resume... AKA, my magnum opus.

PS - I am really about to kill someone over the death of a quarter of my keyboard. I can't type an "A" without screaming "FUCK YOU". Thanks. I need a new keyboard. Next time don't be a dick and ruin someone's shit and not say anything until I ask or just replace what you fucked up.