#agh man

That moment when you're dying to change up your looks and style cause you think another one is cooler but 1. You can't go out and buy things on your own cause you don't have a car and you're not old enough to drive or buy stuff and 2. That "style" is a freakin 1950-60s greaser because you watched a video about the game "Bully" and saw Johnny and were like "I want to be him so badly" because he looks and talks cool and WODBSODJSLDNSLDJDODKDNDLSNDKS HELP. Now I wanna go buy pomenade and learn how to put my hair in a pompadour type hairstyle and be more carefree than I'm alloded usually. I swear I feel like I'm going down the good girl likes bad boy pipeline but instead of wanting to be the bad boy I want to BECOME the bad boy, including the gender style

HELP ME.

23. what's your favorite thing to do on lazy days where you have 0 obligations? Make a demonic summoning circle with the blood of 5.3 goats, light a bunch of scented candles from Bath and Body Works, put on some country music, jack off while summoning the demon, and just seeing what happens. I am, of course, kidding. I play video games or write. Thing is, lazy days don’t exist. There’s always something. 

29. what's something really cute that one of your friends does and is totally endearing? Exist. 

38.  tell us about your pet peeves! AHHH WHITE PEOPLE! Okay so today I went to Fire Street, a pan-asian restaurant that specializes in sushi and bubble tea. Who sits next to me? Family of white people. Older mother, dressed in all denim with these god-awful shoes. Clogs that were heels and had no backs. Her children: a small boy wearing uggs, and a teenage daughter. Mother remarks upon being sat down, “Oh they don’t take your order up there? I haven’t been here in years!” Then. Their. FOOD. CHOICES. Italian sparkling mineral water for all, a green tea smoothie for the mother, some white vanilla or coconut smoothie for the teenager. The ugg-wearing gremlin got fucking french fries. They had a plate of basic ass edamame. And then they all ordered teriyaki. That’s it. Basic teriyaki. Throughout their meal the mother kept taking pictures of her posing children. Then she face timed with someone, during the meal, positioned herself so they could see all three of them. At some point she said with a thick southern accent, “Darling, you should put that on your snapchat!” 

Y’all gotta understand. I’m asian (among other things). My mom is asian. She makes asian food a lot, we go eat asian food a lot. We appreciate it, we know it, we understand it. Fire street has absolutely stunning sushi and rich big ass bowls of curry. You can get all sorts of sweet-ass bubble teas and smoothies. Ain’t nothing wrong with simple tastes now, for I too enjoy green tea things. But y’all walk up in here, an asian fusion restaurant, and order mother. Fucking. French. Fries. And then teriyaki. All of you. The most basic bitch ass “asian” thing you can order. It’s insulting. Everything about that is insulting. Even more so because I’m fair skinned, people assume I’m white and ignore my literally-everything-else-about-me. So yeah there’s an element of personal bitterness. Fuck. Rant over. 

// First, OH MY GOODNESS A WANDA. Second, thank you, sweetie, aw man.

That is… an excellent question. Something must be off with the code and it’s not showing. I’ll try to fix it!

sigh I still can’t listen to it without getting upset