Rant about Josh, and midget sadists, too
Mother..fucking..hell.
Ok so I talked to Josh (jafakri, yell at him for me, hahahahah) last night on aim and he said he couldnt miss class to come to court with me, so he would fill out this thing and send it in. Excuse. I need him to show up as a witness. Then he said he couldnt legally testify for my character and I told him he wouldn't have to. All he has to say is that I did not consent to a search and was provoked by the police. That's it. They cannot ask him whose drugs they were. And they wouldn't. But he says he can't come to court. I got upset. I siad something along the lines of "fuck me over." and signed off. I left. I was leaving anyway, so I was going to sign off, it just came at a convenient time. I'm all full of drama.
Then I saw my mom in an old school porno-ish movie being whipped by a midget with an eyepatch. It really did look like my mom. I didn't know my mom was into midget porn, even though it wasn't really porn...it was just weird...That eyepatched midget's probably my daddy.
I couldn't enjoy the midget whipping my mom because I was busy thinking about Josh. I thought about all the ways I could get even with him. Now, that's not like me at all, to think of ways to get even with somebody. I believe that karma will get even with them for me if I just sit back and chill, no hard feelings, but I want it now. I don't know how I feel. I forgive. I give second chances. Sometimes it takes a long time. I was willing to forgive him for me taking the blame for the drugs qand getting arrested, if only he would help me get out of it..it would be like it never happened, only i would probably trust him a little less..but no. I knew he was sorry. Part of me just thinks he wanted some ass and when I told him I was "relatively off the proverbial market" then he changed his mind about helping me. That's just me wanting to make him into the biggest asshole I possibly can, though. What I really think is that he's a good guy, but he's just a coward. "If theyre your drugs, we'll let the lady go." Heh. That's how it is, really. I've got to shut up about it.
Josh, you probably don't read this, but COME TO COURT WITH ME. You owe it to me. They won't ask whose drugs they were. I am not trying to fuck you over. If they ask, you have the right to plead the 5th. You know that, don't you? There is nothing I can do to fuck you over, unless you don't come to court with me. Karma's gonna get you. And you know that.
Enough.
I went to see the apartment I am probably going to sublease this summer. It's $150 a month plus utilities, cable, DSL, all that nice stuff. It looked like a place where there would be drugs, but I didnt see any. The dude whose room I am staying in looked like he hadn't talked to a girl in a few years, except online. The other people that live there are an art student, and a blue haired girl and her boyfriend. I met her briefly, but she seemed pissed off and I bet she was because we had interrupted her doing something. I think I am going to live there.
I need to apply to work some places, like Taco Bell or McDonalds...really, I'd like to work at the new hippie grocery store that is opening up. I bet they would hire me. I mean, come on, I like "produce."
Sorry for my excess ranting, but hey, it's my fucking journal. You just read it.
As compensation, here is the super cool rock 'em sock 'em ring.
Ok so I talked to Josh (jafakri, yell at him for me, hahahahah) last night on aim and he said he couldnt miss class to come to court with me, so he would fill out this thing and send it in. Excuse. I need him to show up as a witness. Then he said he couldnt legally testify for my character and I told him he wouldn't have to. All he has to say is that I did not consent to a search and was provoked by the police. That's it. They cannot ask him whose drugs they were. And they wouldn't. But he says he can't come to court. I got upset. I siad something along the lines of "fuck me over." and signed off. I left. I was leaving anyway, so I was going to sign off, it just came at a convenient time. I'm all full of drama.
Then I saw my mom in an old school porno-ish movie being whipped by a midget with an eyepatch. It really did look like my mom. I didn't know my mom was into midget porn, even though it wasn't really porn...it was just weird...That eyepatched midget's probably my daddy.
I couldn't enjoy the midget whipping my mom because I was busy thinking about Josh. I thought about all the ways I could get even with him. Now, that's not like me at all, to think of ways to get even with somebody. I believe that karma will get even with them for me if I just sit back and chill, no hard feelings, but I want it now. I don't know how I feel. I forgive. I give second chances. Sometimes it takes a long time. I was willing to forgive him for me taking the blame for the drugs qand getting arrested, if only he would help me get out of it..it would be like it never happened, only i would probably trust him a little less..but no. I knew he was sorry. Part of me just thinks he wanted some ass and when I told him I was "relatively off the proverbial market" then he changed his mind about helping me. That's just me wanting to make him into the biggest asshole I possibly can, though. What I really think is that he's a good guy, but he's just a coward. "If theyre your drugs, we'll let the lady go." Heh. That's how it is, really. I've got to shut up about it.
Josh, you probably don't read this, but COME TO COURT WITH ME. You owe it to me. They won't ask whose drugs they were. I am not trying to fuck you over. If they ask, you have the right to plead the 5th. You know that, don't you? There is nothing I can do to fuck you over, unless you don't come to court with me. Karma's gonna get you. And you know that.
Enough.
I went to see the apartment I am probably going to sublease this summer. It's $150 a month plus utilities, cable, DSL, all that nice stuff. It looked like a place where there would be drugs, but I didnt see any. The dude whose room I am staying in looked like he hadn't talked to a girl in a few years, except online. The other people that live there are an art student, and a blue haired girl and her boyfriend. I met her briefly, but she seemed pissed off and I bet she was because we had interrupted her doing something. I think I am going to live there.
I need to apply to work some places, like Taco Bell or McDonalds...really, I'd like to work at the new hippie grocery store that is opening up. I bet they would hire me. I mean, come on, I like "produce."
Sorry for my excess ranting, but hey, it's my fucking journal. You just read it.
As compensation, here is the super cool rock 'em sock 'em ring.