i wish so badly for statutes of limitations on genetic and psychological research to be lifted.
on a vaguely related note, i went to an amazing show last night. i was probably the second-oldest person there. the music was (god i hope i'm making this term up) screamo thrashcore, to say the least. that translates to, apparently, a bunch of skinny sixteen-year-olds flailing like gorillas infected with RAGE. and when i say skinny, i mean it. fucking stick figures. or, as i like to call them, the emaciata.
anyway, i've never been in a room with so many people i'd like to punch in the throat. we left after about an hour and went to IHOP.
i'd like to have a moment of silence here for IHOP. BECAUSE I'M GONNA BURN THE FUCKER DOWN.
ok. i've got rather red hair. i was wearing fishnets with a red garter belt. and a shirt that said "kiss my fuzzy ass." i enumerate these qualities because they are the only reasons i could think of that i'd be totally fucking ignored in a restaurant in bible belt, usa. we made eye contact with no less than eight servers, four of whom were sitting at a table smoking cigarettes and being very disdainful of everything around them.
you work at a motherfucking restaurant. you're 17 years old, and this is how you spend your friday night. disdain, perhaps, is the only thing that masks the desperation you feel inside your heart at the pathetic situation in which YOU HAVE FOUND YOURSELF, YOU SONSABITCHES.
i've never found a more apt reason to use this emoticon:
anyway, how are you?
on a vaguely related note, i went to an amazing show last night. i was probably the second-oldest person there. the music was (god i hope i'm making this term up) screamo thrashcore, to say the least. that translates to, apparently, a bunch of skinny sixteen-year-olds flailing like gorillas infected with RAGE. and when i say skinny, i mean it. fucking stick figures. or, as i like to call them, the emaciata.
anyway, i've never been in a room with so many people i'd like to punch in the throat. we left after about an hour and went to IHOP.
i'd like to have a moment of silence here for IHOP. BECAUSE I'M GONNA BURN THE FUCKER DOWN.
ok. i've got rather red hair. i was wearing fishnets with a red garter belt. and a shirt that said "kiss my fuzzy ass." i enumerate these qualities because they are the only reasons i could think of that i'd be totally fucking ignored in a restaurant in bible belt, usa. we made eye contact with no less than eight servers, four of whom were sitting at a table smoking cigarettes and being very disdainful of everything around them.
you work at a motherfucking restaurant. you're 17 years old, and this is how you spend your friday night. disdain, perhaps, is the only thing that masks the desperation you feel inside your heart at the pathetic situation in which YOU HAVE FOUND YOURSELF, YOU SONSABITCHES.
i've never found a more apt reason to use this emoticon:
anyway, how are you?
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