im good u? ^W^

mah eyebrows feel like they're on fire D: no lie, other then that pretty spiff :]

R U OK *HUGS*

Shit dude, what happened? o.o

so after my gig @ the underground, justin I and friends head out to the next town over which has a 24/7 mickey D's. We arrive and its like 3am at the order board thingeh, where a big black truck pulls in behind me at like the same time. He didn't give waiting much thought and instantly started revving his engine to the point where I can't even get my order finished. I look over to him, and he instantly flips me off and just give him a look of "like really what can I do". I got up to the point where I was getting my change when the guy was still going rev happy. Iono what but he started yelling stuff like "whats my problem" and other things I actually can't remember sad face. But I tried approaching his accusations with the fact that he was the one who started getting impatient like not 2 seconds into me trying to get my order in.

Im waiting on food not paying attention and bam he's right there next to me, Im sitting in the driver side, he was wearing a mouth piece for like boxing. he contented with his questioning and I was asking why he was wearing a mouth piece. . . that resulted in a quick punch to the head, I like couldn't help but coil and slump into the seat for a second. Justin jumped out and tried to defend me, and things blew up from there. another car came out of nowhere filled with more friends. After my first blow I was stupid enough to think this guy wanted to talk, so I got out of the car, kinna staggered to the back of the van, and was about to ask him why he punched me, but then I was sidetracked by something dripping down the side of my head and at that point I asked out loud "Am I bleeding?" and then blow number 2. Im knocked against the wall from there I sprint back for the driver side door, got in called 911 while just and my friends were out there being circled by like 10 locals. Everyone got back into the car but justin was still outside, at the same time everyone was beating mercilessly on the van, they broke a window. there was a final threat was for justin to get back in the car, I yelled at him too, and we sped off, went to go meet up with the other DJ's who were eating at denny's and we saw the biggest fleet of cop cars heading to that mickey D's. from that point DJ CIA had the brilliant idea for us to go the ER.

throughout today I can't help but pause for long periods of time in deep thought, trying to contemplate why someone would do what all of them did. And how stupid I was for not rolling the window up first thing and jetting, not having a dollar mcdouble is worth not having stitches in face.

Fucking niggers.

Your car gets firebombed, then random people try to beat you up, what's next? It looks like that guy went out just to fight, what a retard...

*huggles the puppy* be happy it was just a few stitches x.x

I live an exciting life. :c

You need a gun hun. That way if someone tries that shit again you can blow their asses apart.

I'm not into guns myself. But I LOVE shiny sharp things :D Let them feast their eyes on a couple of my toys and they would of ran off leaving a few souvineer appendages.

And they are fuckin LUCKY I dont live in your city, because you could bet that if I was hanging out with you that pussy son of a bitch would have got his life ended.