i called a girl a stupid ugly little bitch last nite
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cos she called us sluts when we rode up to the dominion on sass's bike, she tried to deny she was calling US sluts, yeah right, i apologized for over-reacting cos i felt bad about her fake chanel earrings/purse get-up (and she was wearing slutty heels too wtf hypocrite) and she was kinda shaking from getting up the courage to confront me (too much time had passed between my snapping back from her slur proving her guilt), anyway, she tried to get all tough being like yeah you SHOULDN'T over-react like that, yeah um did you or did you not just scream SLUTS at the top of your voice into the street? i regret apologizing now.
so thanks to my screaming out at that chick fil and i had a little "debate" about it on our walk home, yeah thanks a lot scag. basically fil thinks when someone screams slut at you you should aggressively ask ARE YOU FUCKING TALKING TO ME before calling them a stupid ugly little bitch. i told him in fight world you don't have time for that, you have to immediately match and then TOP their insult, which i did, then you wait and see. if you walk away un-scuffed then you win, which i did and i did. i made an educated guess and quickly sized up this chick before reacting. if i had played it the way fil thinks i should've that would've given her a chance to deny my asking if she was "fucking talking to me" and then i wouldn't have been able to tell her that she was 1. ugly 2. stupid 3. little and 4. a bitch.
then i got mad at fil for second-guessing my judgement and basically forcing me to apologize on the spot i even picked up her plastic smoke case she dropped! fil is the type that gets madder about the situation ten minutes after it happens then wants to go back and fuck those guys up, and by then it's too late, fight window closed.
the morale of the story is, if you are a drunken retard and you shout something at another group of people on the street, don't be fucking surprised when they (me) react.
all my life i've been told i have a big mouth and that one day i'm going to say the wrong thing to the wrong person, no sorry i'm not an idiot, i know when to shut my trap and when to open it as well i know that this theory applies to people with lesser intelligences than i and they do not know when to shut up.
that being said, when i do speak up and tell someone off i always immediately regret it, no matter how right i was for doing it, i basically feel guilty all the time, bleeding heart syndrome. it's a toughie like, do i say something and help this person learn from that mistake or do i let some future meat head sort them out?
took awhile to figure out how to double this guy.
back in time now, pissed rain off and on all nite long, inside every venue it was a hot steamy mess. some genius on mdma chatted me up.
oh then another sad thing happened, a wickedly drunken abandoned by his chums old guy would not leave anyone alone at the tap and you could tell he was regretting his actions as and immediately after them, made me really sad, but as wise sass said, something like, it's not fun for us that he does it and not fun for him either, sounded smarter last nite, and in different words.
steam pit #2 oh fuck it was brutal and i didn't even watch the show (fil ran over to shoot it though) we only went there for a post last call bev (extended nxne hours), why lee's do you not turn on the a/c? brosk7owski says it's so people drink more.
if i was a performing artist forced to play in that shit i would throw a wicked tantrum, there is no way i could be on my a-game with make-up and sweat pouring down my face and a bunch of BO babies gathered around me.
zucket's take on last nite's post, which reminded me of you know how you say to your bud as a joke i dare you to say what you just said to me about that genius over there, i dare ya to say it to them - well, this chick does it! note to self do not dare sass to do anything, EVER. i almost fainted when she went over to this chick with a stupid celtic spiral tattoo who looked over her shoulder BACK AT ME nodding and smiling like an idiot at them and i had no idea what they were saying and obvs it made it look like we were shit-bagging her tattoo, which we were, but she wasn't supposed to KNOW that.
oh and her video, fil should have ran after us to capture more. i like the hoser who liked us.
don't we look like nice people!
that guy's back was sweaty and rubbed up against me ew.
right now i am listening to u2 in my underwear and welcoming more bitterness into my heart because it reminds me of driving up north to the cottage, WHICH WE AREN'T DOING RIGHT NOW. i am going to wear my cupcake puff dress this afternoon, i don't think i like it as much as i did when i tried it on over all my clothes at winners when bunny was here, so i'ma wear it and sweat all over it and see how many compliments it does and doesn't garner, then i'll make up another tickle trunk outfit for tonite.
fil scratched his heel with one of his lethally sharp toenails in his sleep the other nite and he is using up all of my unicorn band aids on the wound, it's pretty gnarly. payback for all the times he's knifed me with those fucking hobbit-worthy beasts. what else did fil do oh yeah last nite he used my umbrella FOR HIS BAG while sass and i got drenched in rain, which lead to an introductory explanation of fil's self-servingness to sass. oh wait, that's MY bag fil is currently using for his camera/lense etc. anyway i love you fil don't ever change just as long as i can blog about all of your filisms forever.
broszk7owski and fil ignored us and talked about music and cameras as usual then i snapped at them to shut up and talk to us which within two seconds turned into more music talk like ahmahgad there is more to talk about than live music, like, lets talk about current events like that unicorn they found and other shit on gossip blogs, i ruined that discussion fast cos of every news tidbit matt brought up i said OLD OLD OLD so OLD it was like a real life email zinger i fire off to all you's guys who send me stuff off the wire i saw infinity times before you already. i can't wait for more conversations like that. then as i got up to go pee matt started another music related story and i inquired about who the dude was he was talking about then quickly said NEVERMIND I DON'T EVEN WANT TO KNOW. matt says from now one everytime i open my mouth he's going to say that during my stories. i'm sorry if i don't find music conversation interesting, at all, unless it's hot juicy gossip, don't even bother.
and with that i'm off to more nxne.
next on this here blog will be a long boring tangent about the retards who sat beside us at dinner last nite, whom in large part have inspired me to weed the word dude out of my vocabulary forEVER.