...was very, very difficult. i haven't felt that attacked in a long time, and i didn't like it. i'm not scared, or intimidated. i'm furious. i finally had a nite out, with my friends, to enjoy myself, and i spend three quarters of it defending myself. i gotta give points, though: one of the three (i think it was three?) beating at me had a pretty sharp stick. one felt like a flail. and the third was just ROTTEN... *shudder*

well, enuf not making sense. those who were there will understand. *tentative smile, which collapses as i punch the wall* gah.

*****WARNING******
i am not going to be pleasant to be around for several days. i am in a tell-the-blatant-truth-mode, no cushions or other forms of insulation included. i'm not up to being completely cruel yet, but i feel it's not far off. the only person who MAY escape this is SG, cause he's been really sweet recently...