I been patiently waitin to make it through all the hatin'
Debatin whether or not you could even weather the storm.
Just lay on the table they operatin to save you,
It's like an angel came to you sent from the heavenz above.

~Patiently Waiting~ 50 Cent feat. Eminem, Get Rich or Die Trying

In "Hacken It, Parts One and Deux", I'd been tapping into my lover's email accounts checkin out his cyber life and shady dealings. Check out the latest installment in this horrid tale.

This shit has become so addictive. It's worse than potato chips. With a bag of chips, I've never felt bad about not being able to put the bag down. Tampering with someone else's email account is a whole nother thing. It's better than potato chips!!!!!!!!! I feel almost God-like. I can see and hear his thoughts. I know his movements down to the last time he took a shit. I know how often he empties his trash. I get a bizarre rush when I know we are both in his account at the same time. "~SunRay~, how do you know when he's in the account with you?" Because my darlings, if i'm in his inbox reading something and suddenly it's ends up in the trash...well you get the picture.

Anyhoo, it appears to be that Mr. Man has been with Maria for quite some time. They even have a daughter. Not sure how old. So far it's Maria, Baby Momma and Me. I wonder which one of us will be the first to throw hot grits on his ass a la Al Green style. Or pour boiling water on his balls. My plan needs to unfold.

Since I'm in this time of dispair, my friends have rallied around me to give their support. Support in doing something S A N E. "~SunRay~, just tell him how you really found out about what's going on. We're concerned for your safety and his. Please don't catch a case ~SunRay~, we need you in the free world." I certainly do appreciate their heartfelt concern, however, I want this bastard to HURT. I mean the worst thing I can possibly come up with. So....the best thing I could come up with is to sweet talk, convince him to come out this weekend, take him to TheMiddleOfNowhere, VA, and leave him. Yep just flat out leave him. In the part that has NO BUS SERVICE. Even if there was bus service, he couldn't ride it, he aint got no loot. Couldn't even make a phone call. Yep, just make him walk into some place with me, have him go one way and ~SunRay~ goes out the door. The perfect plan. Maybe I'll leave him with a sign that says, "DC or Bust"? Naw, fuck that. Let him walk it.

Alas, my friends have no desire to attend my funeral. So they just encourage me to tell him. How boring is that? Now only if I can get him here before Maria gets him to her house. I want to send him with a jagged scar on his face and let him explain that one. But if I can only get him here on Saturday, It's on! Mah Fukka.

Stay tuned for more tawdry developments.

Random Thought of the Day:
Why does F-A-B-O-L-O-U-S have an iced out chain the size of China but can't fix his jagged front teeth?

16.September.2003    11:05 PM     Commments: 2

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*tents fingers*

So it's a drop-off you're looking to do, eh? Sounds interesting. I'd LOVE to see how you would pull it off. Could you maybe get him stranded somewhere naked? And take pictures? And post them on the Internet?


Just a thought. ;)

posted by karsh | 09.16.03 11:52 PM


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WOW... this sounds exciting. I will be around to get updates. If I were you, I don't think I'd reveal the source of the information to him...!

I think FABOLOUS has allowed this to become his trademark. Hmmm! Not sure.... NAS finally got his fixed.... I'm sure KELIS had something to say about that.

posted by Renaissance Sistah | 09.18.03 02:58 PM


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