My best friend TBird is going back to Bulgaria, to school. Tonight is his going-away party. It's 2-3 miles outside of town, and is a costume party...I'm going as the 12th Doctor. But that's not the point.
For some reason, something about this whole thing smells. Maybe it's me being paranoid, but there it is.
And if it isn't a costume party, and I show up in dress, well, what the fuck, that's my own style. My only concern is H. She and some guy named JP used to date, and at one point he slapped her, and she dumped him. The two are going to the party together and my only concern is whether or not he keeps a civil tongue in his hand and a civil hand to himself. Because if he hits her again, and I'm around, the Doctor will kick some fucking ass. I've got a case of Mt. Dew Voltage for drinking...and i'm locking my car.
I don't trust any of these stupid country fucks not to pull some kinda shit.
And then there's the matter of work tomorrow, bright and early at WM. it's gonna be a bitch.