how was my weekend? fucktacularly crapptastic.
i’m not even going to front, my mood is so dependent upon various boys in my life that it’s not even funny. it’s a lowdown dirty shame is what it is. fuck that noise.
ok, so let me reiterate by saying i. fucking. hate. people. i don’t despise boys, i despise EVERYBODY, yo. and with good reason. observe:
[18:04:46] pineapple: oh did i tell you friday an old woman bummed a cigarette from me, sat down about a foot away on the bench i was on and pissed herself?
[18:05:10] midget: uh… no… i missed out on this fascinating experience
[18:05:46] pineapple: well i was supposed to meet rosco
[18:05:58] pineapple: so i’m in central square, waiting in these
trees/bench/city parkish thing by the T stop for him
[18:06:16] pineapple: headphones on, book out, ignoring the world, angrily smoking/reading because you know, my super crush is apparently a douche
[18:06:33] pineapple: she asks for a cigarette, scariest old woman ever, looks like she had eaten half of her own face, no fucking lower jaw…right?
[18:06:41] pineapple: so i give her one just to get her to leave me the fuck alone
[18:06:57] pineapple: she smokes it, i ignore her, continue waiting and all that
[18:07:33] pineapple: she gets up and walks by and i’m like…her pants are an odd color…no they’re wet…um…wtf…[looks to the right, sees wet splotch on bench, gets the fuck up and finds another CONCRETE bench]
[18:07:36] pineapple: i hate the public
[18:07:43] midget: oh, EW
[18:07:54] pineapple: and then the 50 year old ‘reserves’ man who was hitting on me
[18:08:00] pineapple: and THEN started hitting on me AND rosco
::shudder::
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