this week has been hella crazy and it's not even over yet.

for the first half of the week, i was having erratic mood swings. seriously, jekyll and hyde.
i ran over someone's cat. poor kitty.
i got another stupid speeding ticket so my license is probably suspended. that sucks.
and i got arrested last night.


i think the mood swings came from me being extremely exhausted from school, working out, and getting my period for the first time in like 3 months. one minute i was crying cause i couldn't get my lighter to work, and the next i was laughing hysterically at some commercial that had a dog sticking its ass out of a car window. yeah, fun.

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i don't know where the fuck that cat came from, but i do know it's dead. and i killed it. i am forever scarred. not from the sound of the poor little kitty's bones being crushed under my tires, but from the howling sounds that thing made when i ran over it. that shit scurred the fuck outta me. yes, i cried.

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fuck that ticket. i had to pee and i had to get home quick, fast, and in a hurry to do so. i don't care about speed limits when i gotta go. i think the reason i got the ticket was because i cussed at the officer. he was taking his precious time writing shit down so i snapped at him and was like "GIMME MY DAMN TICKET SO I CAN GO!"

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i got arrested for being a belligerent drunk. technically, it wasn't my fault cause it never would've happened had i not been fucked with by thats imple bitch.

J and i were at a nonimportant person's house last night. i was bored so i started wandering around the house checking out the rooms. one particular room had a balcony. i went to check out the view [shitty] and i saw J and a coupla other guys standing outside talking, so i yelled out J's name a few times and told him i was ready to go. then this bitch next door comes out onto her balcony and starts yelling at me to shut the fuck up.

so i told her to shut the fuck up and not to make me come over there and whoop her ass. she told me to shut the fuck up again and said she would whoop my ass.

that's when my nigga switch flipped on.

i was at her doorstep in .03 seconds banging on her door and ringing the doorbell, but her punk ass wouldn't come out.

i couldn't just let her get away with talking all that shit, so i went to the end of her driveway and pulled her garbage can up to the door, pulled three bags out of that bitch and threw garbage all over the front yard and her door. and then i went back over to J's car. i needed my hand sanitizer. there were nasty germs in that thing.

so about ten minutes pass, J and his little friends are still laughing at me for being stupid and some officer drives up.

Officer: Hey, did y'all see or hear anything happening over here?
Boys: Nah, we didn't see anything.
Officer: Well, did ya hear anything?
Boys: Nah, we didn't hear anything.
Me: Well, I heard a lil somethin, but it wasn't much. How you doin' occifer? [hey, i was drunk.]

he drove off and went over to that little bitch's house. they were talking their jibber jabber and i saw that bitch point over in our direction. so i yelled out "BITCH DON'T BE POINTING OVER HERE!"

i should not have done that.

officer not-so-friendly came back over to where i was and started asking me did i throw trash on her lawn. i was like "i didn't do shit. tell that dirty hoe to come in my face if she's got something to say instead of hiding in her little stank ass house."

i guess the cop knew i was drunk so he asked me again if i threw trash on her lawn. i was like "did you not hear me the first time? am i on candid camera or somethin? clean out your damn ears. I DIDN'T DO SHIT!"

i should not have done that either cause before i knew it, that sumbitch had slammed my ass on the hood of somebody's car, cuffed my ass, told me i was under arrest for disorderly conduct, and threw me in the back of his car.

J got pissed and started going off on the cop but his little friends had him restrained so he didn't get arrested. but my dumb ass was in the back of the car still talking shit about the cop and that bitch who called him. i should've pulled the race card.

i never got booked though. i just sat in an empty cell for a few hours until i sobered up. J's punk ass picked me up and started talking shit about me not knowing when to shut up. and? bitch, i'm crunk.

and then we went home and fucked.
that man tore my ass up.
i think my uterus was fractured in the process.
'twas lovely.


so, how you doin'?

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