there's a new sheriff in town?

nothing says "GIRL FIGHT!" more than kirsten and i waiting in my truck, outside of rocket bar, for this girl "Gez" (sp) to come out so we could throw some looks and fuckin street at her. i did the slow roll drive by when she finally stopped throwing her whoreish self around to people ("aaaaah, i've had one drink, i'm wasted, make out with me girl friend of mine, i'm gonna play pool and when i bend over to shoot, you're gonna want to plug my pooper........i wear thigh highs with boots") and yelled out "nice outfit!" because i had been dying the whole night to say that to her and kirsten SHOOK MY LOUISVILLE SLUGGER out the window at them as they walked by. man, that was the most awesome ever. i hate girls that are too cool for school with their bangs and skirts and thigh highs and weird cloth wannabe ugg boots. i hate ugg boots. i hate homeade "ugg" boots even more. this girl is retarded and the bar hasn't seen any good drama in about a year and a half. maggie, bartender extraordinaire, is all for this fight. we even acted out what we're gonna do if a showdown were to occur. takin girls down to chinatown is what's gonna happen. all cleveland style. as in, Bone, Thugz & Harmony cleveland style, niggaz! and that's what i ended up doing saturday night after doing some mentionable reppin' at a going away party with BLTs and fried chicken, watching some mentionable boxing with the rootz at maggie's, doing some unmentionable stuff on my couch (whoa, heh, uh, er, doy). got the call from k-fro around 1ish, picked her up and off we went. i've never been in a fight. i don't think that anyone but maggie is tough. this should be good. the goal is to get her and her scabby friends away from the bar in which we reside. what?

rest of the weekend went pretty much as planned. got the Father's Day shopping spree taken care of in a hot minute on saturday afternoon, ran some other errands, paid a bill or two, got drunk and fuckin' weezered on friday night after work. the hottest part was having the rootz in my face around 5 in the morning asking if i would please let him and lou out. i passed out lookin' all hot i'm sure on the end of the couch. i hope i drooled. and snored. Father's Day was just that. father time in the day. with the mother of course. i think he enjoyed the presents and the lunch and the time so i'm pleased. met up with the two fatherhavingbutspendingtimewithnofathers susan and maggie at fuddrucker's while they finished up their lunch and off us loser lesbians went to petsmart, old navy and target. i got some new pajamas and while they're totally cute, i'm not sure if i'm totally cute in them. do you see the distinction? but i did also get an air pump so are you kidding? i'm. this. close. the air pump at my neighbor's is too fancy for my ghetto purple bike. i also got a basket. it's bright white plastic with purple and pink interwoven thingies. as i said in the store when asked why i needed a basket, "to hold my keys, phone and cigarettes." i exhale cancer.

i still need to see harry potter 3. i'm still not kidding. fuck. i haven't seen kill bill volume 2 yet. i totally suck the cock. in a good AND bad way.

new jack city in a little over a week. i can see the rats from here. i can't wait. i'm hoping to french a stranger and have a slice. those are the 2 main goals. i should try and find some sneakers or something too. i don't know. maybe i don't "need" any stuff, maybe i just "need" to get the fuck out of here. i'll buy everything. screw it.

i'm at work, this is not work.