FML.

i just had the worse night of my life. like literally, what the fuck. i dont understand why'd this all happen in just one day. FUCK MY LIFE.

to be honest i dont even want to talk about it because its so fucking irritating.

- don't get a car as usual. I FUCKING HATE LIARS.
- stuck in san jose forever with a fat ass headache.
- home, was hot and gay.
- argue with mom about the computer, she askes hella fucking questions all the time.
- take a long ass time getting ready.
- wait.... hella long for alexis to swoop. almost an hour late, from meeting time. 9:50 exact.
- get stuck in fucking TOLL, for HELLA long. missed guestlist at 1045
- get to glaskat at around 11 something, FUCKING LONG ASS LINES FOR BOTH GUEST LIST AND PRESALES.
- wait HELLA long in line, and had to get out because of no presale. alexis seemed to get in..
- wait again in another long ass line, and wait for this fucker to get us in.
- wait again for HELLA long, HELLA FUCKING COLD. and ended up not letting no one in at 12:30. NO FUCKING CLUB FOR US.
- sit in vinces car, hella still freezing. wait till 130 for alexis. then we had to wait again for cash. till 2....
- vince has work at 3, and was confused to leave... and when we left we found out the tire was fucking flat -_-
- try to change the tire, NO JACK... vince askes to use my sidekick as light... and so we try to go to shell....
- VINCE LEFT MY FUCKING SIDEKICK ON TOP OF THE ROOF OF THE CAR AND FALLS OFF.
- turns around, tires fucked, my phones fucking missing. walk hella up the street to find my phone, and found that shit in the middle of the street.
- found a person with a jack... finnaly leave, forgot cash, almost crashed into a car on a one way street.
- get back to hercules... get pulled over by a cop before rachel's house.... -____- and blah blah blah.
- vince is already late, and alexis needs to be home like AT 3.. when it was already 330 as we hit glen cove.
- smash, and get home.

so this fucking night sucks. and when i finnally had the chance to be out, have fun to get my mind off stupid ass shit. the night ends up being a complete fail for me. and when i wanted to vent, it seemed like you were laughing in my face.

i want to get out, and i need a NEW FUCKING SIDEKICK NOW BECAUSE THE FUCKING SCREEN IS CRACKED. WHAT THE FUCK DID I DO TO DESERVE THAT FUCKING SHIT.

i didnt fucking club. i didnt fucking do anything. my sidekick is fucking BROKEN.

FUCK FUCK FUCK FML.