I Mean Really...

So I'm talking to an aqaintance last night and she brings up the fact that a little pissant made some comments about my behavior.
And it went a little something like this, hit it:

Person: It doesn't bother you that clownshoes is telling people what happened?
Mala: (after busting out laughing uproariously) Shirely you're not serious.
Person: For real. It would bother me.
Mala: Listen sweetie, let me ask you a question. If I were to die tomorrow and I had to face my maker to answer for every stupid thing that I have done in my life, do you really think that trysting with that idiot would be at the top of the list? Baby, I've got about 15 years worth of shit to atone for first. That puling moron is at the bottom of the totem pole - trust.
Person: So it really doesn't bother you? I thought you would be mad.
Mala: Who has time to be mad at folks that don't know any better? Why should that kind of dumb shit bother me? Oh hells no! I love it. I'm so fucking popular that the fool is still talking about me... what more can I ask for? As they say, you don't worry until they stop talking about you.
Person: Damn, that's true.
Mala: I know. And babygirl, all press is good press.

I mean really y'all. What is this, high school? As much as I stride forward something/one has to try to pull me back. Messages on myspace, nasty emails from cowardly hoes and some corny dude talking shit, outrageous I say. Out-fucking-rageous. Don't motherfuckers have anything better to do? Go roll a tire or something.
Sheesh.
But you know what? It's all good. I still have more important things to work out within me, these little pit-stops into the inane will not change my path. I just like mentioning them because they're so damned ludicrous. These people need to hop up off my dick - all that weight is throwing off my swagger...

Say whatcha want, just spell my name right.
M-A-L-A

- *giggle* incomparable, very much so.
QUAKE - BITCHES!!!

P. S. I skipped the part where I had to explain what "puling" and "trysting" meant. Get your word game up people...
P.P.S. The upstairs neighbors are Korean. They have a great love for kareoke. Hilarity can do naught but ensue...
"Beat It" in heavily accented, severely mangled English is filtering through the ceiling.
I am struggling to keep control of my bladder as the guffaws leave me gasping for air.

Pray for me y'all. On your knees and all that.