Update
For anybody who is interested, today I thought it out and I realized that I only had 5 glasses of wine last night, no beer, no other drinks...most of this wine was consumed during a very large dinner of which I actually ate all of...then I spent about 3 hours at the goth club after this, still not drinking anything else and was just as fucked up when I left the goth club when roomie came to pick me as I was when I got there. (even basic math says...5 glasses of wine...1 hour at another bar, 3 hours at the goth club...should have been mostly sober by the time i left if it was just drunkeness-caused)
More evidence...here are the 4 text messages that I don't remember sending to SyS last night...I did not change anything...this is how they got sent.
1. reako grunk but ok
2. I'm way 2 d7uol 2 drlve hne rggg now can i rtay w/u?
3. Wiy not?
4. Wher ar u?
anybody else see any mistakes or problems with those messages? or maybe just a problem with the fact that I don't remember sending them? The predators won...5 to 4...after that the rest of the night was pretty well a blur. I only realized that I had gone to the atm b/c i found a receipt in my pocket later on along with my debit card. I only know that I paid a cover at the goth club b/c out of the 60.00 that my receipt said I had taken out, I had 15.00 left in my pocket when I found the receipt...for a while, I couldn't even figure out what had happened to the other 40.
Then all day today my head hurt...wtf? from 5 glasses of wine? it hurts ALL FUCKING DAY!!!! and i almost passed out at one point for no reason at all.
What "he" doesn't know...and really ought to have known better to listen to the messages I sent him last night when I was still really fucking pissed about not having my phone before he told me where he lived *oops did I do that? but not me...*innocent voice*...is that I now know EXACTLY where he lives, I know where he works, I know what he drives, I know his full name and I know what he does with his spare time (and I think that the police in nashville, might be very interested in this info).
Apparently last night I left 2 messages for him...(bill recapped this morning) one that said I think you're the biggest fucking prick in the world do not EVER think that we are going to hang out EVER again (gap in memory) I can't believe you fucking ditched me in downtown nashville with no car and no fucking way to even call anybody to get home...and if I don't get my phone back by 10 am tomorrow morning since you're being a total fucking asshole and not answering your phone now, even though I know that I told you earlier that i DEFINITELY WOULD be coming by TONIGHT to get it, then I'm going to find your house kill you while you're sleeping and leave you in a dicth and never look back. and don't think that I can't do it...i know a lot more about a lot of things than you may think...don't push me, I CAN SO do terrible things to people." and the other one said something like "well, it's now 3 am and that means that you have exactly 7 hours, 7 HOURS to get my phone back in my hand or i'm gonna make your life a living hell...brutally mangle your body and kill you...you have till 10 am before this plan goes into effect...thank you and if you value your life, you will get my phone back to me by the specified time."
And yeah, I'm the type to hold a grude...and I'm the type who will play dirty when somebody fucks me over like that. And sometimes I'm the type who can get somebody severely severely hurt and have nobody be able to trace it to me. What's he gonna say to the police? There's this girl that I pissed off and she cast a black magic spell on me that makes me hurt everytime I go to the bathroom and everytime I think about sex? *deviant laugh* yeah, i'm sure they'll buy that...and they'll give him a free white coat and a nice padded room to go with their purchase.
However, I will not be turning away any offers to kick his ass...cuz that would be really funny too...cuz he wouldn't know my friends from a homeless bum on the streets (not that my friends look like bums, didn't mean it that way) and won't know why he's getting his ass handed to him...*very evil smile*
More evidence...here are the 4 text messages that I don't remember sending to SyS last night...I did not change anything...this is how they got sent.
1. reako grunk but ok
2. I'm way 2 d7uol 2 drlve hne rggg now can i rtay w/u?
3. Wiy not?
4. Wher ar u?
anybody else see any mistakes or problems with those messages? or maybe just a problem with the fact that I don't remember sending them? The predators won...5 to 4...after that the rest of the night was pretty well a blur. I only realized that I had gone to the atm b/c i found a receipt in my pocket later on along with my debit card. I only know that I paid a cover at the goth club b/c out of the 60.00 that my receipt said I had taken out, I had 15.00 left in my pocket when I found the receipt...for a while, I couldn't even figure out what had happened to the other 40.
Then all day today my head hurt...wtf? from 5 glasses of wine? it hurts ALL FUCKING DAY!!!! and i almost passed out at one point for no reason at all.
What "he" doesn't know...and really ought to have known better to listen to the messages I sent him last night when I was still really fucking pissed about not having my phone before he told me where he lived *oops did I do that? but not me...*innocent voice*...is that I now know EXACTLY where he lives, I know where he works, I know what he drives, I know his full name and I know what he does with his spare time (and I think that the police in nashville, might be very interested in this info).
Apparently last night I left 2 messages for him...(bill recapped this morning) one that said I think you're the biggest fucking prick in the world do not EVER think that we are going to hang out EVER again (gap in memory) I can't believe you fucking ditched me in downtown nashville with no car and no fucking way to even call anybody to get home...and if I don't get my phone back by 10 am tomorrow morning since you're being a total fucking asshole and not answering your phone now, even though I know that I told you earlier that i DEFINITELY WOULD be coming by TONIGHT to get it, then I'm going to find your house kill you while you're sleeping and leave you in a dicth and never look back. and don't think that I can't do it...i know a lot more about a lot of things than you may think...don't push me, I CAN SO do terrible things to people." and the other one said something like "well, it's now 3 am and that means that you have exactly 7 hours, 7 HOURS to get my phone back in my hand or i'm gonna make your life a living hell...brutally mangle your body and kill you...you have till 10 am before this plan goes into effect...thank you and if you value your life, you will get my phone back to me by the specified time."
And yeah, I'm the type to hold a grude...and I'm the type who will play dirty when somebody fucks me over like that. And sometimes I'm the type who can get somebody severely severely hurt and have nobody be able to trace it to me. What's he gonna say to the police? There's this girl that I pissed off and she cast a black magic spell on me that makes me hurt everytime I go to the bathroom and everytime I think about sex? *deviant laugh* yeah, i'm sure they'll buy that...and they'll give him a free white coat and a nice padded room to go with their purchase.
However, I will not be turning away any offers to kick his ass...cuz that would be really funny too...cuz he wouldn't know my friends from a homeless bum on the streets (not that my friends look like bums, didn't mean it that way) and won't know why he's getting his ass handed to him...*very evil smile*
posted by AeroAangel at 23:23
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