Fight! Fight! Fight!
Last night was pretty fun. I went out with Marcus. I hadn't seen him in five months. That's almost half a year! I missed him sooo much. We met up at McDonalds and then drove down to Abrakadabra. But when we parked and walked the two blocks in the wind and rain, we discovered that the club was closed. Apparently they are looking to attract "better clientel". So they are remodeling and now it's going to cost 25 bucks a night to get in. Too rich for my blood is all I have to say. lol I'm just a poor white girl from suburban Alabama. So we walked up to Bell Bottoms. It was fight night. I was really excited about watching the fighting. I love to watch two guys dripping with testosterone go after one another. lol We got there around 11 but these freaks didn't get started until one oclock. Me and marcus were getting pretty restless and were about to leave. Finally they started putting on gloves and mouth pieces. But since it was so late, we only got to see a couple fights. I was dissapointed, but I'm def going back sometime. It was awesome. On the way home me and Marcus did what we do best... argued. Everytime I'm with him I feel like I'm in a debate. He pretty much attacked me about this girl that I don't like. We used to be best frends, but then she turned into super bitch and back-stabbed me and then moved away. Now she's hitting on Marcus and he wants to date her. I can't stand the thought of that. The only way to get him off my back was to tell him to give her my number and tell her to call me. I don't really have any interest in talking to her, but Marcus has totally turned thing whole thing around to be my fault and I'm the bad person here. I don't want to lose my friendship with him, so I guess I'll talk to the bitch. Who knows... maybe she has changed and is willing to apologize for what she did. Well I'm gonna go find some food. Merry Christmas everyone!