last night, we went to a local bar to see our friend's band and a couple others play. that's not really the important part even though the sets were awesome. i didn't get to quite fully enjoy the night though because Jay has issues.

if you're dancing and talking to someone while a band is playing right in front of you, you're gonna have to lean in to hear what the person is saying and so they can hear you, right?

wrong, if you let drunk ass Jay tell it. if you can't talk to someone a guy without them having their arm around your shoulder and a significant amount of space between the two of you, that's a conversation you don't need to have. you are disrespecting him if you do otherwise.

and everybody says i'm the crazy one in this relationship. i'm crazy, but that bastard is fucked up in the head too. don't put all that shit on me. it smells.

we ended up having this big fight in the parking lot basically because i was catching up with a friend i haven't seen in months. and him knowing i have a small crush on said friend didn't make things any better.

i can't even say i'd have reacted differently if the roles were switched, but that was in the top 5 of dumbest fights we've ever had. it's so stupid. we're not jealous mates, but we're extremely possessive of each other. if you're a female, you don't need to even think about looking at Jay or we're gonna have a misunderstanding.
Jay's the exact same way about guys looking at me. he doesn't like it. he's only had to knock out a few people to get his point across, but i'm the one getting into altercations damn near every time we go out because bitches like to test my gangsta. all the guys are like "man, don't even try it. that's Jay's girl. you don't want none of that." i cannot count how many times i've heard that shit and it's extremely annoying. it does not say "Jay's girl" on my goddamn birth certificate. i have a name!

this was a pretty pointless post, but it's been irking me all day and i needed to get it out of my system. i think i can go to sleep now.

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