It's not on me to turn the fate
Don't you find it completely degrading when you're out on a run in the streets and people do the wolf whistle? It's an insult, as if I'm just a piece of meat rather than a dedicated athlete. Next time someone does that...well, I'll write about what I'll do when it happens. Probably tomorrow, knowing the horny fuckers in my town.
Slept over Swann's last night with Rage. I was wearing my awesome Mein Teil shirt and accidentally leaned against a chair that had a shirt with wet paint on it flung over the back. It got all over the back of my shirt (that I paid $80 to get along with one other all the way from Berlin - you can understand why I was UPSET) and I panicked, immediately stripping it off and running around, yelling for help. Swann gave me some spraying stuff and after long minutes of furious scrubbing under cold water, I managed to save it. :3 FWEE!
I like walking around in just a bra.
Walking home a few days ago, I saw the black POW MIA flag overlapping the American flag, covering the blue starry part. So only the red and white stripes could be seen around it, looking like blood streaming from the black one. It was highly ironic and highly symbolic. I stopped and stared, admiring the sight. The black flag has fascinated me since infancy and I've always been instilled to study it whenever I see it, no matter how often I encounter it. Observing that sight, listening to Funker Vogt's 'Date of Expiration', I made a decision.
I am going to join the Army.
Slept over Swann's last night with Rage. I was wearing my awesome Mein Teil shirt and accidentally leaned against a chair that had a shirt with wet paint on it flung over the back. It got all over the back of my shirt (that I paid $80 to get along with one other all the way from Berlin - you can understand why I was UPSET) and I panicked, immediately stripping it off and running around, yelling for help. Swann gave me some spraying stuff and after long minutes of furious scrubbing under cold water, I managed to save it. :3 FWEE!
I like walking around in just a bra.
Walking home a few days ago, I saw the black POW MIA flag overlapping the American flag, covering the blue starry part. So only the red and white stripes could be seen around it, looking like blood streaming from the black one. It was highly ironic and highly symbolic. I stopped and stared, admiring the sight. The black flag has fascinated me since infancy and I've always been instilled to study it whenever I see it, no matter how often I encounter it. Observing that sight, listening to Funker Vogt's 'Date of Expiration', I made a decision.
I am going to join the Army.