i went to mall yesterday, balled out (spent 6 dollars on a shirt with a cat on it), and then i went straight to bed cuz i was tired. had an insane dream. i was going to this dudes house for something. i cant remember what. then i started having like a weird feeling about him. i dont remember why, but at the end i was right. looking back i dont remember anything about the dream, but all i remember is that eventually we started a business which would eventually get shot up for whatever reason. it all felt so real.
also quick rant, as i was at the mall i kept getting irrationally angry at the fashion choices of every high schooler/college student i walked past. like, no you do not listen to fucking tupac take off that h&m hoodie. prob the t shirt that pissed me off the most was this brat t shirt i saw at bershka. i dont care how many gay white millenials tell me "ohhh its the most innovative album of the year" i will never listen to that government mandated music. do not tell me to listen to swans either. you do not like that shit you just pretend to fw it because fantano told you to. why am i so fucking grumpy. i prob sound like some old guy yelling at a wall right now. whatever. i prob have a cold so that explains it.
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