April. 21 & Lesbian. Southern California 714. Lao/Thai. 4.21.12<3. Seafood addict. Social drinker and smokes menthols. Conventioneer. Otaku. Gamer. "It takes an idiot to do cool things. That's why it's cool." - Haruko
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I hate drunk people.

Some guy was yelling at me for giving him the wrong change. But he bought a drink and powerball tickets and it $2 each. Gives me a $100 his change is $87 something and tells me that powerball is $1 each. I show him the receipt and continues to yell at me, making a scene in front of customers. My older coworker lady (50 years old?) comes and saves me by yelling and kicking him outta the store. I was just like “Wtf, what do I do?” I mean I’m only a girl and the guy was shit face drunk. I didn’t know how to handle a situation like that. Like I did the math right and he still gave me a problem. )’:

And it wasn’t even 5 o clock. Guy was drunk at noon. Fucking lunch time.

Antidepressants.

I wonder if I’m qualified for them.

I just feel like crying.

Can’t help it. I have feelings.
There’s more but I don’t want to say it. 

Things I want with you.

Beach, museum or aquarium date. 
To see the fireworks with you on 4th of July.
Couple cosplay.
Matching outfits or shoes.
Pet fishes. (:

I don’t know what to say.

Sorry, I’m not what you wanted.
Sorry for asking you to keep me company.
Sorry for not being patient when I was just trying to play around.
Sorry for getting back at you. It back fired on me.

Pills.

How the fuck did you get pills?
I thought all the connects were dry.
I debating on getting one last roll. 

The waiting game.

I’ll just wait till you talk to me again.
Sorry I messed things up.
And annoyed you.
Bye.

MDMA description.

chemicalchillin:

Light. It’s pleasant. There’s an airiness and openness to the senses. A slight heightening of sensory perception, which I liked. The visual feeling is vivid. The colours are lush, which I enjoy. I might be a bit more alert to sounds. I feel physically relaxed and that is a pleasure

Tattoos.

I feel like if I got most of my body covered in tattoos. 
I’ll feel more attractive. Maybe I’m just being insecure. 

Get me out of this fucking house. Seriously. I’ll go anywhere but here. :/

I’m more angry than sad. Yet the tears keep falling out of my face.
Why can’t I just stick to one emotion. 
I need a walk, a smoke and a friend’s shoulder to cry on.

Didn’t think I was gonna wake up to this. 

So close.

Yet so far.

These late night thoughts really get to me.

I feel rather nonchalant lately.
All I do is lay in my bed and stare at the ceiling.
My eyes are closed and my right arm is over my head.
Yet I can’t sleep. I think of something and it leads to another.
Just random thoughts popping in and out of my head again.
Why can’t it be giant robots instead? Like in FLCL.

I’m tired.

Of fighting, crying and trying to fix this.
I want you to tell me everything.
It would hurt, if it’s something I don’t wanna hear.
But it’s better than being lied to.
Tell me I’m boring and maybe I can fix it.
I’m sorry I bore you. I just running out of ideas.
I guess.