Hmm.   I always thought blogging was stupid, or just a waste of time.  But after reading some other people’s blogs (especially the OEN) I decided I could do with one.  Now all I have to do is remember to update it and I’ll be good.  I have a load of free time, so that shouldn’t be a problem.

Last night I came home in a cop car.  What an experience.  I’m glad I didn’t get tasered.  God those things are scary.  I was trying to spend the night in an abandoned building with two friends, one of them my ex boyfriend and the other his fuck buddy.  I have this amazing gift to stay friends with my ex’s.  So she was getting him all riled up and ready while I tried not to look down, and then a flashlight that wasn’t ours shone into the room.  We all froze.  In walked three police officers, one of them asking for me.  Apparently all three of us were reported missing at some point or another.  So they asked if we were on drugs, and thankfully that night we weren’t.  Previous actions that night would lead people to believe that we are.  We ended up walking downtown after we thought someone was in the abandoned building, we stopped at A&W and found pylons.  They made great hats.  Did I mention we were wearing gas masks?  So we decided to march like Nazis to McDonalds and ask for a cup of water.  Each.  No ice, not too warm please.  We waited ten minutes until we could order.  Oh the looks we got.  One of our friends who worked there was going home so we decided to ’stalk’ him to his house.  My lovely friends kept trying to grab his junk.  It was actually pretty funny.

So the cops ended up picking us up at the abandoned building, all three of us with one blanket on a hide-a-bed.  One candle, one hand showing.  One euphoric look on my ex’s face.  It was really funny.

Apart from the suicide attempts and the destroying of all the mirrors in that building, I’d say yesterday was pretty productive.  I’m kind of upset that I didn’t get to sit in the front of the cop car.

And I’m quite glad that my dad doesn’t know that my ex had spent the night prior to these events.

What an experience.