So how was everyone's weekend?
Mine? Oh, Im so GLAD you asked ...
Friday night is always movie night over here ... so we picked up The Batman vs Superman movie for my son, and since he refused to eat his dinner over and over and over .. I had to send him to bed early. My cousin and her new "bf" came over after that and played grand theft auto (or rather ... they watched *me* play gta) and I did her makeup for her and then they went home. I didnt like the guy ... too immature and just a big fat dork. (not that he's fat or anything ... but just a rather large dork, not just a little dork) I thought she could do way better, but she is kinda a big girl, so I think her self esteem is virtually non-existant and thats why she feels she needs these losers she picks.
Saturday night ... one of my best friends broke up with his gf and he wanted to party his ass off. They were together over a year, so he was pretty upset. We went to NEO, and since I couldnt drink the only thing left to do was dance ... so once I heard a good song, I disaperared onto the dance floor ... and after abt 30 seconds of dancing, my heart started to pound right out of my chest and I thought I might die if I continued any longer. This has never happened to me before, usually I dance to three songs in a row, then I get tired and I sit down ... but this was more than just getting tired ... my chest hurt so badly that I had to leave early. I think it's from smoking, but Im not too sure. I am going to ask my doctor abt it this week because Im so worried ... if I cant dance, then ... well ... I dont know what I'd do, really.
Heres the best part of my weekend .. almost going to jail. LOL! Right ... so me and my hubby picked up $100 worth of some mind altering substance to bring to my friend in his time of need ... but my dumbass lost it in the car the night before. So here we were ... on the west side of chicago ... waiting outside for our friend, when these undercover police pull up right behind us. Will says to me "they're here" ... Im like "who??" And he says ... "the cops". I started to laugh ... because he was so calm, I couldnt imagine that the cops were really here ... but I look up and sure enough ... there is some skinny white dude grabbing me by my neck, and next thing I know Im flying face first into the snow. He pulls his gun out (for NO REASON) and just starts yelling at me "where do you live? quick!" I was so stunned ... that I actually forgot where I lived and started to stutter .. "uh ... uh .... uhhhhhhhhhh ... . " so I guess that pissed him off even more, so he grabs me again and throws me across the car, and says (this is the best part)
'I dont wanna hear any of your headbangin gothic shit!!"
Aww shit, how did he know that I was gonna use my headbangin gothic shit? Damn, next plan ...
so I finally remembered where I lived, lol, and told him ... then, of course, he spots the shit I had lost the night before... and they were also clever enough to find a cut straw with residue on it. (I took blame for it because my husband kept saying it was *his* to protect me, and I did the same thing ... but we always have an agreement that if we ever got caught with anything that *I* would take blame for it, duh, because I am the responsible one) so he says to me "you're a complete idiot ... you know, why didnt you just use the straw and throw it out, if I was a junkie like YOU, I would get rid of the evidence as soon as I could. I could take you to jail for this"
I really didnt know what to say to him because I really dont know where the straw came from, me and my friends are always partyin, some harder than others, so I just figured it was one of theirs from a while back and kept my mouth shut. I understood that it was in *our* car, and we were the responsible ones .. so I just accepted my fate and tried to think of a story to tell my dad so he could bail me out. God damn cops can find *anything* to take you to jail for when they search your car! Even if you dont *think* there is anything in the car ... hell, theyll find something in it from the last** owners of your car! If they had a search warrant ... woah, wait a min ... THESE GUYS DONT HAVE PERMISSION TO SEARCH OUR CAR!
He started to throw all the paraphenelia (sp?) away on the street .. and he looks at me and says "see how easy this is??" and I said "yeah, but I dont litter"
'YOU DONT LITTER??? BUT YOU BUY DRUGS? AND YOU'RE GOING TO TELL ME YOU ARENT HURTING ANYONE?? WHEN YOU *FUND* THE MONEY FOR THESE GUNS THAT THESE PPL BUY TO KILL PPL WITH? AND YOU'RE NOT HURTING ANYONE??
He was obviously one of those cops that's *too* into their job, they take everything way too seriously. I look over and Will's got fucking "officer friendly" over there, and theyre laughin, carrying away ... grrr! Im getting tortured over here by some skinny white guy with "say it, dont spray it" disorder. anyways, What this cop **didnt know was the guy I *actually* buy drugs from isnt some gang bangin cold blooded killer, just some guy that got the shit end of the stick and is trying to make it in the real world.
They found our knives, both of us carry them illegally, but in chicago you kinda have to if you want to stay alive. The law is 4 inch blades or less here, mine was 6 inches, his was ... god only knows, LOL!
Soo ... apparently these 2 guys were looking for some heroin dealers ... they thought we were parked there to wait for our dealers to deliver drugs to us ... but they let us keep our shit and we went home. Ya see ... I think they just wanted to scare us, because legally, without either permission or a search warrant, they could not have taken us to jail for what they found... because if *they* hadnt broken the law themselves, theyd have never found SHIZNIT!
So for the rest of the day, I was freakin out over that incident ... thinking abt how badly I *did not* want to know what the inside of a chicago jail looked like. See, florida jail is different ... A LOT different. Ive been there so many times that I think me and the gaurds are on a first name basis. lol! jk. But yeah, Id have been the only white girl in the west side jail.
We cleaned the car out when we got home and were pretty surprised at what we found! I said to him "you really* need to clean your car out more often"
The moral of the story is ...
a.) clean your car out
b.) drugs are bad
c.) carry knives to protect yourself, but at your own risk
or
d.) all of the above
There will be no makeup tests available, this question is worth 100% of your final grade. Good luck students...
Mine? Oh, Im so GLAD you asked ...
Friday night is always movie night over here ... so we picked up The Batman vs Superman movie for my son, and since he refused to eat his dinner over and over and over .. I had to send him to bed early. My cousin and her new "bf" came over after that and played grand theft auto (or rather ... they watched *me* play gta) and I did her makeup for her and then they went home. I didnt like the guy ... too immature and just a big fat dork. (not that he's fat or anything ... but just a rather large dork, not just a little dork) I thought she could do way better, but she is kinda a big girl, so I think her self esteem is virtually non-existant and thats why she feels she needs these losers she picks.
Saturday night ... one of my best friends broke up with his gf and he wanted to party his ass off. They were together over a year, so he was pretty upset. We went to NEO, and since I couldnt drink the only thing left to do was dance ... so once I heard a good song, I disaperared onto the dance floor ... and after abt 30 seconds of dancing, my heart started to pound right out of my chest and I thought I might die if I continued any longer. This has never happened to me before, usually I dance to three songs in a row, then I get tired and I sit down ... but this was more than just getting tired ... my chest hurt so badly that I had to leave early. I think it's from smoking, but Im not too sure. I am going to ask my doctor abt it this week because Im so worried ... if I cant dance, then ... well ... I dont know what I'd do, really.
Heres the best part of my weekend .. almost going to jail. LOL! Right ... so me and my hubby picked up $100 worth of some mind altering substance to bring to my friend in his time of need ... but my dumbass lost it in the car the night before. So here we were ... on the west side of chicago ... waiting outside for our friend, when these undercover police pull up right behind us. Will says to me "they're here" ... Im like "who??" And he says ... "the cops". I started to laugh ... because he was so calm, I couldnt imagine that the cops were really here ... but I look up and sure enough ... there is some skinny white dude grabbing me by my neck, and next thing I know Im flying face first into the snow. He pulls his gun out (for NO REASON) and just starts yelling at me "where do you live? quick!" I was so stunned ... that I actually forgot where I lived and started to stutter .. "uh ... uh .... uhhhhhhhhhh ... . " so I guess that pissed him off even more, so he grabs me again and throws me across the car, and says (this is the best part)
'I dont wanna hear any of your headbangin gothic shit!!"
Aww shit, how did he know that I was gonna use my headbangin gothic shit? Damn, next plan ...
so I finally remembered where I lived, lol, and told him ... then, of course, he spots the shit I had lost the night before... and they were also clever enough to find a cut straw with residue on it. (I took blame for it because my husband kept saying it was *his* to protect me, and I did the same thing ... but we always have an agreement that if we ever got caught with anything that *I* would take blame for it, duh, because I am the responsible one) so he says to me "you're a complete idiot ... you know, why didnt you just use the straw and throw it out, if I was a junkie like YOU, I would get rid of the evidence as soon as I could. I could take you to jail for this"
I really didnt know what to say to him because I really dont know where the straw came from, me and my friends are always partyin, some harder than others, so I just figured it was one of theirs from a while back and kept my mouth shut. I understood that it was in *our* car, and we were the responsible ones .. so I just accepted my fate and tried to think of a story to tell my dad so he could bail me out. God damn cops can find *anything* to take you to jail for when they search your car! Even if you dont *think* there is anything in the car ... hell, theyll find something in it from the last** owners of your car! If they had a search warrant ... woah, wait a min ... THESE GUYS DONT HAVE PERMISSION TO SEARCH OUR CAR!
He started to throw all the paraphenelia (sp?) away on the street .. and he looks at me and says "see how easy this is??" and I said "yeah, but I dont litter"
'YOU DONT LITTER??? BUT YOU BUY DRUGS? AND YOU'RE GOING TO TELL ME YOU ARENT HURTING ANYONE?? WHEN YOU *FUND* THE MONEY FOR THESE GUNS THAT THESE PPL BUY TO KILL PPL WITH? AND YOU'RE NOT HURTING ANYONE??
He was obviously one of those cops that's *too* into their job, they take everything way too seriously. I look over and Will's got fucking "officer friendly" over there, and theyre laughin, carrying away ... grrr! Im getting tortured over here by some skinny white guy with "say it, dont spray it" disorder. anyways, What this cop **didnt know was the guy I *actually* buy drugs from isnt some gang bangin cold blooded killer, just some guy that got the shit end of the stick and is trying to make it in the real world.
They found our knives, both of us carry them illegally, but in chicago you kinda have to if you want to stay alive. The law is 4 inch blades or less here, mine was 6 inches, his was ... god only knows, LOL!
Soo ... apparently these 2 guys were looking for some heroin dealers ... they thought we were parked there to wait for our dealers to deliver drugs to us ... but they let us keep our shit and we went home. Ya see ... I think they just wanted to scare us, because legally, without either permission or a search warrant, they could not have taken us to jail for what they found... because if *they* hadnt broken the law themselves, theyd have never found SHIZNIT!
So for the rest of the day, I was freakin out over that incident ... thinking abt how badly I *did not* want to know what the inside of a chicago jail looked like. See, florida jail is different ... A LOT different. Ive been there so many times that I think me and the gaurds are on a first name basis. lol! jk. But yeah, Id have been the only white girl in the west side jail.
We cleaned the car out when we got home and were pretty surprised at what we found! I said to him "you really* need to clean your car out more often"
The moral of the story is ...
a.) clean your car out
b.) drugs are bad
c.) carry knives to protect yourself, but at your own risk
or
d.) all of the above
There will be no makeup tests available, this question is worth 100% of your final grade. Good luck students...
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well young lady, let that be a lesson to you. you have to be more discreet when you're gonna use the headbangin' gothic shit. if he WASN'T expecting it you would have caught him off-guard. then, you could have followed it up with some posing nude on the internet shit to finish him off.
the goddamn junk'll get ya everytime. stay off the horse.
[Edited on Feb 10, 2004 7:32PM]