And fuck you love and couples and other shit.
All god damn day long, there have been nothing BUT fucking love songs! GOD! Even at the worse time possible. I almost threw up…several times tonight actually.
ESPECIALLY THIS SPECIFIC MOMENT WHEN A CERTAIN PLACE WAS PASSED AND THE ROLLING STONES – LET’S SPEND THE NIGHT TOGETHER PLAYED BOTH FREAKING TIMES! Fuuuh.
Not to mention the 3 fan boys I had following me around at Bi-Lo. One would smile shyly, thank god his mom kept us away from each other. These other two would stare and do things to get my attention and when I would look, they would smile and wave and one even stated I was “cute”. FUCK THAT WORD.
After we left, there MORE FUCKING LOVE SONGS IN THE GOD DAMN CAR. Then we went to Wal-Mart after we unloaded those groceries.
I had an old man ask for my number, a black guy tell me I had a nice ass he’d like to tap, a couple of Mexicans asking me to call them “Papi”, and fat creeper that doesn’t respect body space ask me if I was married and if I wanted a boyfriend.
FUCK. THAT.
Its bullshit.
I also got into a fight with a black chick, by accident. I was turning the corner to get some pads and I bumped into her. I politely stepped to the side and said “Pardon me. I’m sorry.” She got all uppity and in my face. Then she hit me with what she was carrying… A package of Depends… If some of you don’t know what that, is adult diapers. I fucking cracked up laughing at her and doubled over into the floor. I had eyeliner pouring down my eyes from laughing so hard. I shouted “YOU’RE 15 WITH ADULT DIAPERS! WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?!” and she just walked off.
Then I got the 4 large 60 count packages of pads and matched from one end of Wal-Mart to the other.
This kid was like "Mom! LOOK! LOOKIT! LOOK WHAT SHE'S GOT!" That woman went to smack her kid and said evilly "I TOLD YOU TO BEHAVE! THAT'S THE LAST TIME I LET YOUR FATHER TELL YOU ANYTHING!"
It was rather busy and every guy parted like Moses raised his arms.
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