i called a girl a stupid ugly little bitch last nite

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.