Keeping your enemies in your prayers

Well last night I decided to go hang out with Walmart 2 and his friends at the bowling alley. It was nice besides the fact that I had a headache that ive had for the last 5 days. He was nice and I never even realized that his booty was so big! OMG! So I took him and his friend home and came home to lay down and know immediately I wasnt going to work this morning. So I ate my leftover chinese food from lunch that I didnt eat and went to bed. I checked my voicemail and it was a message from Satan talking mess as usual. My first thought was to call him back and spit some very hateful venom his way but I thought thats exactly what the cunt wants me to do so I aint gone do it. Matter fact I aint even gone call him back about what he was telling me. Every time I hear his voice or hear/ see his name I think about him dying. So I begin to pray for him because LORD does he need it and to remove the hate out of my heart for him. He was supposed to call and leave me a message about the Chicago bloggers getting together but instead Satan left me a couple minutes worth of message minding my business telling me what i'm doing which he doesn't have a clue about. I've learned that if people had lives and mind their own business the world would be a better place. I didn't ask anyone to be concerned about whatever it is that im doing cause im grown and dont need anyones approval. So I will continue to pray for him and cease contact with him because he is an ignorant asshole, very book smart, but ignorant in every other way. GOD BLESS HIM! ............................. I've come up with a solution to curb what people can say about me or even know about me. #1 to ignore people who want to be ignorant #2 stop giving people something to talk about such telling them whats going on in my life #3 continuing to have little to no contact with everyone. I will continue to pray for Satan because it is my belief that he is upset because he aint even a number in my 50 men as he puts it. I dont even want him to be the dirt under my shoe. Somethings never change and Cash thinks I should be nice! HA! Thats his friend! We were never make amends, will never get along, and will never talk or spend time together. Even if that means me not attending the Chitown Bloggers meet and greet in June.