#gonnagetcaged

OOOOOH HELL YEAH GOOD ONE B)

D: !! I'm glad you're okay though holy shit

fucking goddamn cop yelling at me at the top of his lungs at 10 o clock at night and then they forced me to put stuff in my statement/report i didn’t want to put and then charged me with something they had no proof or no basis for. it’s fucking bullshit and it just makes me hate cops even more i’m literally never calling them again ever for fucking anything. i don’t care if i’m being fucking murdered i’m not calling the goddamn cops. 

gonnagetcaged replied to your post “@ everyone that was worried about me, i’m fine i’m home now i’ll write...”

HUDDLES ON i'm so very glad you're back

i probably could have bonded out on goddamn monday if i had had wandamun’s phone number memorized bc she could have signed for me bc she’s close enough they might have considered her ‘local’ and i had the fucking money for my bond. i kept getting so goddamn mad because i had a 500 dollar bond, and like whether i needed to pay the 500 or just the percentage of it, i had the goddamn money and the jail wouldn’t let me bond my goddamn self out. and the fucking dogs were locked in the fucking laundry room with no goddamn food and the girls i was with in genpop were talking shit about ‘oh well it’s nbd this is a misdemeanor you’ll probably get a court date in two weeks and be out after’, and i just fucking lost it i was near hysterics bc i was like “no you don’t understand my dogs are at home if i don’t get bonded out they’re gonna starve to death in a closet”. and i went nuts calling bonders and i couldn’t get anyone to pick up the goddamn phone and i tried calling my god mother and i couldn’t get through and they were trying to help me find a bonder and i kept trying to talk to the guards bc i was like i have the goddamn money i swear to god it’s in the bank and the one bonder that answered was like “no i can’t do it bc you don’t have a local signer”. i finally got a call tuesday afternoon that my neighbor found out what was going on and came down to the station asking for my keys to get into the house to take care of the dogs and i was like oh my god yes absolutely what do i need to sign, so i calmed the fuck down as soon as i knew the dogs were taken care of and after that it wasn’t rly a big deal honestly. like obviously i didnt want to spend four days in jail but aside from the dogs i was surprisingly calm about the whole thing. i kept sitting on my bunk like “this is gonna be funny at some point. maybe not right now but eventually.”

chiyodan replied to your post “@ everyone that was worried about me, i’m fine i’m home now i’ll write...”

CLINGS TO FRIEND V TIGHTLY BC I MISSED YOU AND WAS SO SCARED

i consoled myself w/ memes and fanfic tbh. also one of the girls i was with had some books and i borrowed one bc she said it was about werewolves and she left out the part that it was about werewolfs and dirty dirty interspecies human/werewolf fucking and i was like

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