J and i went to see XMen 3 last night.
it wasn't bad.
i was expecting it to be this really great movie but it was just okay.
people got really mad at us cause we kept doing the juggernaut bitch dialogue.
the old bitch sitting behind us tapped J on his shoulder and was like, "Do you mind?"
he was like "Hell yeah. Stop breathing on my damn neck! I paid to be here just like you. Now sit back and enjoy the damn show!"

yeah, my rudeness has rubbed off on him.
that shit was funny though.
but for those of you who haven't seen it yet, just get a bootleg copy or wait until it comes out on DVD.

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cabbing it to the city everytime we wanna go out just isn't gonna work so we've been looking for some local shit to tear up.
we went to check out some club a few people told us about after the movie.
we should've just took our asses home.
it was waaaaay too many negroes up in that spot for me.
when we walked in, i turned my little ass right back around to leave but J was like "No, chill out. This is my type of crowd".
i'm like "Why can't you be like normal white people and be scared of this many niggas congregating in one spot? You know somebody's gonna get shot. I'm only half-black. I got negro-tendencies but this is where I draw the line."

i was dead fucking serious but he dragged my ass on in with him anyway.
and of course he spotted some people he knew.
it doesn't matter where we go, he will always always ALWAYS find someone he knows.
that's probably where our personalities clash the most.
i'm the antisocial bitch and he's the social butterfly.
ugh.
but anyhoos, i got over it but only cause a few chicas i know were there so i didn't feel so bad.
so we're all chilling and shit and the girls wanted me to go dance with them.
i'm like 'okay, cool. 2 or 3 songs and i'm done.'
it didn't happen that way though.

those hoes had me out in the middle of that floor for 7 damn songs.
and you know dj's be spinning 10 minute remixes and shit so that was over an hour of ass-shaking.
by the 8th song i was like "Fuck this. I can lean wit it and rock wit it but goddammit I don't wanna lean and rock wit it no mo'. Get at me when I'm not wearing heels."
stank bitches had me sweating and shit.
i'm too cute for that.

so then i'm walking around looking for J's punk ass cause i'm ready to go and this ol' nasty, gold teeth bastard grabbed my arm talkin bout "Junk-in-the-trunk, lemme holla at you for a minute."
i'm like "Motherfucker, if you don't get yo' dusty grill-having ass off of me, it's gon' be a misunderstandin up in here. My feet hurt and I can't find my man. I am not to be fucked with right now."
Dusty Grill: "Damn, lil mama, you mean as hell."
Me: "Ya damn skippy. Now get outta my damn face!"

yeah, that's them negro-tendencies i was talking about.

after a few more minutes of hopping around, i found that dumbass. he just looked at me and laughed, "rough night?"
Me: *right eye twitching* "I want to go home. NOW."
Some big fat black gorilla: "now, he know why we go to the white women."
Me: "And you wonder why you're sitting alone."
BBG: *to J* "You need to go home and take care o' ya girl."
Me: *rolls eye* "PSH."

i'm pretty sure they talked shit about me after we left, but i don't care.
as long as i don't hear it, we're cool.

when the nigger-lover [i'm so PC!] and i got home, we jumped in the shower and afterwards i made him give me a nice foot massage.
and i didn't even ask him to lick 'em but he did.
i think he has a foot fetish or something.
and right when we were about to do the nasty, the stupid dog started whining and scratching at the door.
ugh.
so i was left alone.
in bed.
nekkid and horny.
for ten minutes.
and do you know that dog didn't even take a piss when he took her out?
she just walked her prissy little ass around sniffing dirt and grass.
cock-blockin ass bitch.
i still got some though.

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today, we're supposed to go to J's boss's little cookout thingy but the weather's not looking so great.
as much as i hate thunderstorms, i'm actually kinda glad cause i really don't feel like putting on a fake smile mingling with shady businessmen and their miserable bitches wives.
i'd rather stay home and watch Laguna Beach reruns.

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