A journal, right? So...what the hell. I guess I could stand to have one. Maybe. This computer is a piece of shit, too, ugh. Whatever works and is cheap, right? Maybe I should start saving for something that doesn't suck.
So these assholes that came into the club the other night, decided to get into a fight behind it, drunk off their asses. I don't know what was wrong with them, but telling them to stop being a douche didn't really work, so I sprayed them with a hose. And it was hilarious to see these two drunks stumble away over piles of garbage in the back streets of San Fransisco, soaking wet and probably freezing. That'll teach them.
So I went the gas station on my way home to get myself some Mountain Dew and the cashier started to talk real slow. It was some blonde bitch who seemed t' think that being Japanese meant I didn't understand English.
But I was real insulted. So I started to yell and curse at her in Japanese. Serves her right. After all, I mean...what the hell, how close minded and idiotic can ya be. Heh.