I'm in a bad mood.

Just in case there’s one of you who are NOT friends with me on the ol’ FB here’s what happened on Wednesday night/Thursday morning I had to type the story up in an email to send to a lawyer friend for adivce on getting a lawyer and it really came in handy because whenever anyone asked what had happened all i had to do was fwd them this email…

D and I were running up to the liquor store because one of his employees had left something in the freezer and D didn’t want it to explode and ruin merchandise so we were going to move it to the cooler and leave. So we pulled into this big apartment complex called ‘The Lex’ to cut through the parking lot but when we tried to pull in the main entrance there was a car coming the wrong way in our lane except it wasn’t leaving. It was just parked in the lane. There were also probably 15-20 dudes just hanging out and you could tell they were all completely shit-canned and my window was down and we were trying to navigate through the entrance because there were people around and that car was in the way and other cars leaving the parking lot and all of a sudden all these guys just started shit talking to me and saying horrible things that were making even me embarrassed and uncomfortable so D (in a moment of idiocy) stops the car to ‘defend my honor’. He got out of the car with his hands raised in a ‘wtf is wrong with you’ kind of motion and he didn’t even say anything just all of a sudden like 7 or 8 guys just swarmed him and the first guy hit him from behind just punched the shit out of the back of his head and then they grabbed his hood and yanked him to the ground and were kicking him and punching him and stuff so he ran just to get away from them all and I called 911 and at one point two other guys joined in because he had previously taken their fake ids at the liquor store.

My 911 conversation went like this:
 
me: i need a cop my boyfriend is getting assaulted. we are The Lx apartment complex off of south broadway please come quickly
911 lady: well i need your address what address are you at?
me: are you fucking kidding me? the Lex apartment complex in fucking lexington i dont live here i dont know the fucking street address…its the fucking Lex apartments how do you not know where that is?
 
Then at this point the guys that remained were yelling at me and calling me a stupid cunt and dumb bitch and move the car because we are blocking traffic with the fuck i wrong with me etc. D drives a stick shift which at this point I was in no state to drive so I just hung up on the 911 lady. D was no where to be seen but almost immediately 5 cop cars roll up AND the cops called me back to make sure I was safe and that no one else was being injured. Also while all this was going on one huge dude that had originally hurt D stayed behind and started beating up his own friends (WTF?) and two other guys stayed with me to make sure I was ok and they were really nice and asked if I needed water or to sit down or food did they need me to call anyone and so forth so that was good but somehow D called the cops from wherever he was (his phone was in the car) and one picked him up and brought him back to be looked at by emt’s (thankfully no concussion or anything) but we filed a police report and all that jazz.

So moral of the story: when making a 911 call, hang up in the middle for immediate service. 

Also I can’t get the image of D getting hit the first time out of my head…I keep replaying it over and over every time I close my eyes. Lame.

 
In other news…I was late to work Thursday morning…

(407): And if I hated you I’d probably say things like, “I never want to speak to you again,” or, “Eat a bag of dicks.” That’s how you’d know.

Big thanks to my coworkers who took me out to lunch at the mexican resturaunt for my birthday and proceeded to syubject me to this torture…i didn’t even get a shot of tequila…just some crazy mexican dessert and whip cream on my face.

Hint: I look happy in this picture…emphasis on ‘look’

Big thanks to my coworkers who took me out to lunch at the mexican resturaunt for my birthday and proceeded to syubject me to this torture…i didn’t even get a shot of tequila…just some crazy mexican dessert and whip cream on my face.

Hint: I look happy in this picture…emphasis on ‘look’

CREDITS:

anotherkind-ofgreen:

“I hope she’ll be a fool - that’s the best thing a girl can be in this world, a beautiful little fool.”—F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby