only so my journal is not terminated.
i once got into a huge fight with a girl named monicka.
we were at a huge dance club with fog and those foam machines, and i went by myself. it's how i work. and so i order a couple of beers and as soon as i was drunk it was all downhill from there. although i drink rather often for someone of my age and stature my tolerance is not so high so after one drink i'm wasted. so i start to party and i'm dancing like a true white girl should, when all of a sudden this guy comes up and starts dancing with me. and i'm all like ehh... ok. so i dance with him and we don't talk at all (mainly because i can't talk at all) but we're dancing and DAY-UMN is he fine. then out of the blue, some tall lanky brunette comes up screaming."that's MAH man, ho!"
and so i retaliate as best i can, but seeing as i am the farthest thing from sober, i fail and i pass out. the next morning i wake up in a place i had never been before.
"are you alright?" a girl asks.
"i'm fine. where am i?" i respond."
"i'm monicka. you passed out last night after trying to steal my boyfriend from me and i thought it would be the right thing to do to take you back here to take care of you."
"i need marijuana," i say.
"i have some but you can't have it," she says.
so what was i supposed to do?
enter: my fist. enter: her face.
BOOM! bitch went down. though she was visibly much taller than me my little body holds a lot of strength and with that strength, i knocked monicka out and reached for the bag. then i booked it out of there.
"this is a nice apartment," i thought as i ran out the door.
all of a sudden i heard trashy high-heels running behind me. she had woken up! so i picked up the pace but with no success; soon there were police cars behind me as well. the cops did not catch me before monicka though unfortunately and as soon as she caught up she leaped onto me and pulled back her fist--
"HOLD IT RIGHT THERE!"
"thank god you're here officer, i tried as hard as i could to keep her away from these drugs but she chased me all the way out of her house and now look, i'm straddled on the street and she was about to resort to violence in order to obtain this deadly dreadful substance. all i want to do is get home and go to church."
"alright miss, you're gonna need to come with me."
and with that, the officer took monicka by the hand, took the drugs, and began walking away. he tipped his hat and said, "thank you, ma'am. it's people like you this world sure needs more of. now you go on your way now and have a nice time at church."
"oh i will sir, i will."
i never did get that marijuana, though.*
by myself with the assistance of jennifer lee
*all characters in this story are purely fiction and any connection between any persons, dead or alive, to the characters in this story is purely coincidence.
maybe.
we were at a huge dance club with fog and those foam machines, and i went by myself. it's how i work. and so i order a couple of beers and as soon as i was drunk it was all downhill from there. although i drink rather often for someone of my age and stature my tolerance is not so high so after one drink i'm wasted. so i start to party and i'm dancing like a true white girl should, when all of a sudden this guy comes up and starts dancing with me. and i'm all like ehh... ok. so i dance with him and we don't talk at all (mainly because i can't talk at all) but we're dancing and DAY-UMN is he fine. then out of the blue, some tall lanky brunette comes up screaming."that's MAH man, ho!"
and so i retaliate as best i can, but seeing as i am the farthest thing from sober, i fail and i pass out. the next morning i wake up in a place i had never been before.
"are you alright?" a girl asks.
"i'm fine. where am i?" i respond."
"i'm monicka. you passed out last night after trying to steal my boyfriend from me and i thought it would be the right thing to do to take you back here to take care of you."
"i need marijuana," i say.
"i have some but you can't have it," she says.
so what was i supposed to do?
enter: my fist. enter: her face.
BOOM! bitch went down. though she was visibly much taller than me my little body holds a lot of strength and with that strength, i knocked monicka out and reached for the bag. then i booked it out of there.
"this is a nice apartment," i thought as i ran out the door.
all of a sudden i heard trashy high-heels running behind me. she had woken up! so i picked up the pace but with no success; soon there were police cars behind me as well. the cops did not catch me before monicka though unfortunately and as soon as she caught up she leaped onto me and pulled back her fist--
"HOLD IT RIGHT THERE!"
"thank god you're here officer, i tried as hard as i could to keep her away from these drugs but she chased me all the way out of her house and now look, i'm straddled on the street and she was about to resort to violence in order to obtain this deadly dreadful substance. all i want to do is get home and go to church."
"alright miss, you're gonna need to come with me."
and with that, the officer took monicka by the hand, took the drugs, and began walking away. he tipped his hat and said, "thank you, ma'am. it's people like you this world sure needs more of. now you go on your way now and have a nice time at church."
"oh i will sir, i will."
i never did get that marijuana, though.*
by myself with the assistance of jennifer lee
*all characters in this story are purely fiction and any connection between any persons, dead or alive, to the characters in this story is purely coincidence.
maybe.