okay so, me and most of my friends all take medication. (jen takes the most by faaaaarrr) but anyway, Stacy and Michelle and I were hanging out in my basement, cuz that's what we do. We creep. In a basement. Stacy and Michelle started arguing and it started getting heated. I didn't do anything cuz i was hoping to see a dyke fight (is it weird that i have no straight friends at all?) and Michelle slapped Stacy across the face and i could see the exact moment when her medication stopped working. She got this weird look on her face that was kind of a cross between trying to take a shit and smelling something really bad. She got up real slow, walked over to the corner, picked up my guitar, and tried to bash Michelle's head in with it. Lucky for Michelle that was my favorite (and only, seeing as jen used the other one to kick the crap out of me, but that's another story) guitar so i jumped up and grabbed it from her and she bit my arm. It hurt like a bitch but it wasn't nearly as bad as when jen bites. Anyway, I punched her in the face, and know you're not supposed to hit girls, but I'm gay and Stacy is a dyke so i'm not sure if it counts.... but we do shit like that to eachother all the time. Seriously, me and Jen have gotten into so many fights it's not even funny. We'll get pissed and beat the shit out of each other, and half an hour later be sitting in the emergency room with various injuries, snickering and saying "man that was fun.".........................



anyway, the moral of the story is.......well there isn't one.