especially after what happened last nite
i didnt write about it but foul things were shouted by certain bald girls to certain bald fuckwads and maybe um... no better not say. dont want to get in trouble.
door man ended up picking me up and taking me outside.
they let me back in to drink of course. and the object of my loathing skittered away around the bar to avoid me upon his exit. that fat fuck.
sorry to say i think some of my friends at the bar need to grow some damn fucking balls. it's like people that think everyone should just make nice and empires and manifest destiny can be good for anything. shit. the fucker was wrong, insulting and lucky i didn't knock him upside the head with the damn pool cue that was near by. must remember inanimate hard objects work much better...
anyways, cool ass bartender told fat fuck that if he tried anything, she'd hold him down while i kicked him a few times.
ended up watching csi and doing homework. stuff i need to do too which is good.
i think there's someting evil inside of me that needs to be released. i have this incredible urge to let some kind of churning energy out. i feel really violent and really want to hit someone. hmm. i dont know why tho. except that i do feel some kind of energy or tension that's built up. it kinda sounds bad, but i've an urge to distribute pain.
oh well.
i guess i'll just do my french/indian war homework.
so yea. that's what happened last nite. heh.
i didnt write about it but foul things were shouted by certain bald girls to certain bald fuckwads and maybe um... no better not say. dont want to get in trouble.
door man ended up picking me up and taking me outside.
they let me back in to drink of course. and the object of my loathing skittered away around the bar to avoid me upon his exit. that fat fuck.
sorry to say i think some of my friends at the bar need to grow some damn fucking balls. it's like people that think everyone should just make nice and empires and manifest destiny can be good for anything. shit. the fucker was wrong, insulting and lucky i didn't knock him upside the head with the damn pool cue that was near by. must remember inanimate hard objects work much better...
anyways, cool ass bartender told fat fuck that if he tried anything, she'd hold him down while i kicked him a few times.
ended up watching csi and doing homework. stuff i need to do too which is good.
i think there's someting evil inside of me that needs to be released. i have this incredible urge to let some kind of churning energy out. i feel really violent and really want to hit someone. hmm. i dont know why tho. except that i do feel some kind of energy or tension that's built up. it kinda sounds bad, but i've an urge to distribute pain.
oh well.
i guess i'll just do my french/indian war homework.
so yea. that's what happened last nite. heh.