fuck a number….i’m too drunk.

oh my gosh.

i could fucking throw shit right now.  i go to the fireworks, all is well, we end up almost fighting some black guy who decides to kick my boyfriend’s car…because THAT’S a good idea. anyway, we blow that shit off and go to a party. i have two and a half drinks, everything is good, boyfriend and i are feeling awesome, and some asshole decides he wants to turn the music up even though it’s perfectly loud enough and we’ve already had the cops here once before…then he takes five or six fucking cheap shots at zachary.  mind you, i leave the room before i see this.  all i see is ten minutes later my boyfriend coming out bleeding profusely from the mouth.  FUCK THAT.  plus, some dumb bitches who’ve never been to a party there before think they can talk shit to me who’s there every fucking friday?  yeah fucking right.  i’ll beat those bitches asses myself. 

okay…so this entry is totally random and drunk-speak…but i needed to fucking vent.