Egging, Cops, a Gun and a Stupid Fucking MORON NAMED MATTHEW

10:24 a.m. & 2006-12-09

So...I'm in a bit of trouble.

Well, possibly a bit more than a bit.

I totally got busted by the cops for egging Matthews house earlier this morning (3:00 a.m.).

I have court either a day or two after Christmas.

And you know, I would have gotten off with just having the shit scared out of me how fucking Matt not PRESSED FUCKING CHARGES.

What a fucking pussy. He didn't even try to defend his house...just chased us and called the police.

Lame ass.

I think tax payer dollars could go to something a bit more useful...you know...like dealing with the meth labs, drag racers, fights, ect (all of which we heard about whilst waiting for the cops to figure their stuff out).

I wasn't alone in my misadventure. Walter went with me, as did his poor friend Jeff.

I think the cops might have over reacted...

Matt had followed us, cornered us (which amazes me that he found us where he had parked), so Walter got out of the car to intimidate him, well...Matt backed out and called the police.

I had no idea where Walter went, or even that the police were there until I was being yelled at "WHERE'S YOUR FRIEND?!" with a gun pointed at me.

A gun. For egging a house. 3 cops.

Fuck.

I feel stupid. Like, really stupid.

And then out of complete nervousness, I told the cops just about my entire life story.

What was really amusing was that they were convinced that Walter was either drunk or high (which is he was neither) and I told them that, and this asshole cop was like "well, is he slow"

I looked that man dead in the eyes and with my best "fuck you" look said "No, he's a genious."

God. So much stupid shit went down. I don't even want to type about it.

I hate cops. Two of them were nice, but we had this really asshole one too...God.

I got finger printed. My mom is pretty mad.

But mostly she just wants to smack me for being stupid.

Which is fair. I haven't told my dad yet. We'll have to see how that goes. But this is the man who taught me how to make fire bombs to throw and peoples cars (after having followed them home to figure out where they live).

I can't imagine hime TOO upset over egging someones house. Maybe just upset that I was dumb enough to get caught.

Why the fuck did Walter honk the horn? Jesus fucking christ.

And want kind of fucking lowlife, good for nothing, arrogant, PUSSY calls the police??!!??!?!?

I'm tired. I got to bed around 6:00 a.m. this morning.

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I'm Jessica. I'm 18, but I feel much older. I'm a boring, boring human being. I enjoy the small things in life. Although you wouldn't always guess it. I'm trying to be happier person.

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