Fear was so completely right.
This brings me to the point of this post (aside from the gold): How much I hate little children.
Not just any children but those crying, whining children, or the 12 year olds who think they are so hardcore because they slit their wrists, wear their sister's size 10 jeans, and skateboard. Looking like gay porn superstar does very little for your image, unless that's what you're shooting for.
Listen kiddies, Hawthorne Heights was wrong. Looking like some suicidal maniac riding on four wheels does more harm than good. If you're going to slit your wrists, do it right, so I never have to see you again.
On another page, DON'T BE SO MENTALLY UNSTABLE.
This is completely unrelated to emo-shits, more about crazy a** middle aged men and women.
I was at the bus depo a couple of days ago waiting to go home. There is one nus that travels to a farther away, rural county. The bus leaves, as usual, but some crazy 45 year old woman was running after it screaming, "I KNOW YOU CAN SEE ME GRACIE! WHY DO YOU HAVE TO MAKE MY LIFE SO ******** DIFFICULT?! I HATE YOU ******** b***h!"
Yes, caps lock was neccesary. The onlookers and I lose sight of her as she starts to head towards the highway with her husband.
My bus leaves shortly there after...she's still chasing the bus, which is way, long gone, down the shoulder of the highway.
That, readers, is my story for the day.
