I got into a verbal fight with some woman at Khol's because the whore took a shirt I had my hand on. She just ganked it off the hanger.
She kept trying to read my txt messages.
I told her politely that if she didn't step off that I was going to force a few hangers down her Mexican half breed throat. And I ended the sentence in "Que?"
Now, I’m not normally like this. I have no idea why I am lately. Its like every little thing sets me off.
I’ve been going to bed earlier, around 10:30pm and getting up before 9:30am. I’ve felt ill, but that’s starting to go away the more I voice my loathing, which could get me killed in these parts.
That’s the first time I’ve been racist in public and also the first time I’ve threatened publically to kill someone in public.
I should get a psychiatrist or something to follow me around when I go to places. Someone will be rich by the end of it all, or in prison.
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