Interesting Start to the New Year

Okay so my New Year took an interesting turn. I was initially suppose to chill with Mister and go to some party with the pink people that was $50.00 a head....but then he ended up getting mad at me on some petty bullshit so I decided to chill with my sister and Jersey and the gang....but Jersey was taking incredibly too long because everyone was so drunk and I got impatient....After I called my sister to see whether or not Jersey was on his way to come scoop me, my homegirl, and my lil cuz I decided that I did not want to go with them because from experience, when that group of people get pissy drunk....drama is always bound to happen...and I wanted to have a chill New Years.

I ended up chillin with an old homeboy and his friends. Everything was all good....it wasn't incredibly eventful but given how dramatic my News Years can be...that wasn't too bad of a thing. I just did not appreciate how niggas are always compelled to holla at anything walking. At a certain point I was ready to leave because niggas were in my breathin space. All that pussy chasin shit is so last year. lol. Niggas need to grow up and find a more constructive hobby. N e ways after everyone left my homeboy's house, they decided to hit up this other party. I knew I was settin myself up for failure when I decided to go. I think that sometimes guys forget that I'm a female because I can chill with niggas. I can chill with niggas as long as I can maintain my own personal fun....and going around hootchies who dance on poles in front of a room filled with niggas is not my idea of a good time for me. I can understand why it would be for them...but it is certainly not my thang. Just because I can chill with guys, doesn't mean I am a guy.

N e ways, while I was there, I got a call from Jersey and my sister. Apparently drama did erupt. My future baby daddy ended up getting in a heated fight with his older brother (we'll call him J) after his older brother poured a drink in his face for hanging up on his wife. I was surprised to learn that Jersey actually won. He's not a bitch nigga but I never saw him as much as a scrapper either. He works for Vice President of the US and kind of has this "I don't like to get my hands dirty" demeanor but he's tatted up and wheres gold fronts from time to time. J is definitely a scrapper and is also tall as hell. He's pretty rough and extremely tempermental. Jersey is on the short side. Jersey not only was able to hold his own but he fucked J's face up something terrible. My sister said that there is a big hole in the wall and blood all over her carpet. I mean I'm used to shit like this happening around them but I'm just shocked by the fact that Jersey can scrap. In a way, it increases his sexy.

Right after I got a call from them, I got a call from Mister. Actually Mister was ringing my damn phone all night...I just finally decided to answer it since I was outside and no people were in my face. My dumbass told him I was at home chillin and of course he tells me he was on his way. I was just going to say "fuck it" and just let him be mad when he found out I wasn't there but when I went back into the party and saw some hootchie up against my homeboy I knew that it was time to go. So I went home, called Mister and told him that I was about to pass out, and that I'll hit him up tomorrow.