Alcoholic Ho Fosho....

SO........ The end of this week has become quite eventful!!! I'm really not liking the way things happen anymore, but I suppose small town drama will do that shit to you.

Lets start with Wednesday shall we??? Almost every Wednesday a few of my coworkers and myself all go to the restaurant downstairs and have "Wing and Wine Wednesday" (which is usually baked potato and beer Wednesday for me but that doesn't have a nice ring to it). Afterwards a friend and I go out for karaoke, many drinks, and boy ogling. We had tons of fun, drank a lot, she failed to have a random sexcapade in her car then came back and flirted with a gay guy (she disagreed but she was the only one), I sang my ass off... well not literally cause that ghetto thing is still back there... and then we went home around 2. Next day I was telling the girl that works next door (we are in a mall type setting so next door is like 5 feet down the hall) about my awesome night and she stopped me with all seriousness and said "I don't want to offend you, but maybe you should think about going to a class. They are really fun!" Excuse me?!?!?!? I don't think so. The only reason she even knows about them is because her boyfriend/ex-boyfriend/fiance/husband/father of her rumored unborn baby is an alcoholic with a sponsor and everything. I told her she had offended me and I walked off hoping that Barbie would put her wine glass down and smite that bitch...

So I'm an alcoholic because I go out one day a week...

Then yesterday I went to see J after work and we went to dinner (a legit date and all) then went to the bar for a few drinks just to hang out (and because of my new found disease needed to be satiated or some shit like that right?). I was freaking out because I was almost sure that my ex-dickhole would show up. I must have been tuned into my Spidey senses because sure enough he showed up. He talked shit about me all night long, and loud enough that I could hear. He sat to where he could see us all night long like a damn dirty stalker. Some guy finally called him out on it and told him to drop the mean mug (dirty looks for those who don't have an urban dictionary nearby) and he was whining about how "that guy is here with my ex-finace". Really who gives an eff!! He proceeded to get stupid drunk and talking about how bad ass he is and can fight anyone and continuously looking over at J to make sure he heard. Whatev... After we left a mutual friend informed me that he was talking shit on the good ol' drama filled FB...

Really??? First off, I was there with J, who is an ex, not some random dude. Second, who in the hell says ho fosho....  Third, learn how to spell cause honestly we are in our twenties now, you should be able to spell HURTING (but I should expect it from someone who says ho fosho) (and when did hoe become ho? when it got paired with fosho I guess) And lastly, talking about a dick hurting me would imply that J is hung, which just makes dickhole up there look like a short dick man... I don't understand the lil girl part because I am in no way a "lil" anything, and if he is referring to J's daughter, DH has a daughter too so I must be missing something.

Now I'm a "ho fosho"...

I don't understand how childish people can be sometimes. But now that I have vented to everyone (cause you know everyone is reading this shit), I do feel a wee bit better. 

I think if anyone crosses me this weekend, Barbie will put some pink glitter voodoo on a mutha fucka fosho.... I heard dat....