My week, or HOLY SHIT!!!!...
To start the explaining, I rid myself of 210 lbs of ugly fat a couple months ago (ex)....
Monday: ex decided it was high time he kicked my ass. I didn't agree. I fought back. He called the cops and told them I attacked him. The cops come, arrest both of us. I go to the hospital, cuffed to the bed as they x-ray my busted up knee. I go to jail. Jail sucks. They strip search me and make me remove all 12 of my piercings. They throw me in a holding cell with some thieves, a few druggies, a DUI and a psycho. I am charged with domestic battery. I limp like a motherfucker.
Tuesday: I am still in jail. They move me to another group cell and then throw me in observation, where I finally get a bed and blankets. Rock. I have not eaten for a day, as the food is a lot of mystery meat and things that resemble vomit. I am taken to court, where I am told I make too much to be allowed a public defender. The lawyer consultant tells the judge the situation is ridiculous and the judge lets me off on my own recognizance. It takes 3 hours to get out. I sleep. My friends come get me, and they let my ex out at the same time. Boy talk about uncomfortable. I guess he can't attack me at central booking. I go get some of my shit and stay with my friends. Still limping. I try to get my piercings back in. I succeed with 8 of them. My lip ring and 3 earrings refuse to cooperate.
Wednesday: Blissful sleep. All day. Oh yes. When I wake up, we take pictures of the newly emerging bruises all over my body. I limp around, drink coffee. I go to the grocery store. I try in vain again with the piercings. I sleep some more.
Thursday: I go back to work. I explain to the boss that I just got my ass kicked and went to jail. We laugh about it. I bust ass all day. I don't limp near as bad as the last few days. I go home, and chill.
Friday: Work again. I have to teach two fucking classes. Baaah. During one of my classes, my admin account is suddenly not working. I get a bad feeling, but I ignore it (duh). I go back to the office. My boss calls me in, says sorry we are letting you go. I figure that it was par for the course, grab my shit and leave. I get home and tell my friends. One claims that it is a sign that I am supposed to go back to CA now. Everyone agrees it was meant to be, and is a sign of something, most likely a good sign for the music. My parents want me to move back in with them. Fuck that. I try with the piercings again, this time employing the help of a safety pin. No such luck, but I bled a lot. I say fuck it, and go drink at I Bar. I figure now I can have a public defender at least.
To start the explaining, I rid myself of 210 lbs of ugly fat a couple months ago (ex)....
Monday: ex decided it was high time he kicked my ass. I didn't agree. I fought back. He called the cops and told them I attacked him. The cops come, arrest both of us. I go to the hospital, cuffed to the bed as they x-ray my busted up knee. I go to jail. Jail sucks. They strip search me and make me remove all 12 of my piercings. They throw me in a holding cell with some thieves, a few druggies, a DUI and a psycho. I am charged with domestic battery. I limp like a motherfucker.
Tuesday: I am still in jail. They move me to another group cell and then throw me in observation, where I finally get a bed and blankets. Rock. I have not eaten for a day, as the food is a lot of mystery meat and things that resemble vomit. I am taken to court, where I am told I make too much to be allowed a public defender. The lawyer consultant tells the judge the situation is ridiculous and the judge lets me off on my own recognizance. It takes 3 hours to get out. I sleep. My friends come get me, and they let my ex out at the same time. Boy talk about uncomfortable. I guess he can't attack me at central booking. I go get some of my shit and stay with my friends. Still limping. I try to get my piercings back in. I succeed with 8 of them. My lip ring and 3 earrings refuse to cooperate.
Wednesday: Blissful sleep. All day. Oh yes. When I wake up, we take pictures of the newly emerging bruises all over my body. I limp around, drink coffee. I go to the grocery store. I try in vain again with the piercings. I sleep some more.
Thursday: I go back to work. I explain to the boss that I just got my ass kicked and went to jail. We laugh about it. I bust ass all day. I don't limp near as bad as the last few days. I go home, and chill.
Friday: Work again. I have to teach two fucking classes. Baaah. During one of my classes, my admin account is suddenly not working. I get a bad feeling, but I ignore it (duh). I go back to the office. My boss calls me in, says sorry we are letting you go. I figure that it was par for the course, grab my shit and leave. I get home and tell my friends. One claims that it is a sign that I am supposed to go back to CA now. Everyone agrees it was meant to be, and is a sign of something, most likely a good sign for the music. My parents want me to move back in with them. Fuck that. I try with the piercings again, this time employing the help of a safety pin. No such luck, but I bled a lot. I say fuck it, and go drink at I Bar. I figure now I can have a public defender at least.
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ATTICA!!!