*PUNCHES THROUGH WALL*
*PUNCHES THROUGH WALL*
Alrighty friends, it’s story time.
This is a story all about how I don’t like my friends IRL.
So I have this friend IRL and we’ve been best friends for many years, and we live down the street from each other. So last week this friend, who we’re gonna just call Shangela, texted me and was like, “Hey can you dye my hair later in the week?”, and so I say yes and I tell her to text me when she wants to do it. So it gets to Saturday and I text her like, “Hey, when are we gonna do your hair?”, and she’s like, “Well, I was thinking of next week.”, so I’m like, “Alright, cool”, so I waited until today to text her again and I say, “Don’t wanna seem pushy but are we gonna do your hair because I’m gonna be busy for the next two weeks.”, she doesn’t respond for about 5 hours. So I go on Snapchat and see that she updated her story so I’m like, okay cool let’s see what she’s up to. So, last night at like 1am this bitch was chilling all cool with her friend who we’re gonna call Patrice. Now, let me tell you about Patrice, Shangela has complained about Patrice for 2 years saying how annoying she is and what a bitch she is, I don’t like Patrice. But anyway so last night at 1am Patrice dyed Shangela’s hair and I AM PISSED. Because 1: Shangela didn’t fucking tell me this shit. 2: Shangela got Patrice to dye her hair instead of me because why? BECAUSE I’M SUCH A FUCKING BURDEN? BITCH IF YOU ASK I WOULD COME OVER YOUR HOUSE AT 3 AM, IVE DONE IT BEFORE. 3: Shangela still ain’t texting my ass to let me know she doesn’t need me to dye her hair. 4: Shangela don’t even live a quarter of a mile away from me, I can make it to her house in 1 minute but she gets Patrice who’s across town?!
LIKE DO YOU UNDERSTAND HOW MAD I AM AT THIS BECAUSE THAT IS JUST SUCH A PIECE OF SHIT THING TO DO, WHAT A FUCKING IGNORANT LEGUME. AND! AND THIS MOLDY CHICKEN BREAST LETS ME FIND OUT THROUGH SNAP CHAT. WHAT A CUNT. LIKE. I CAN’T FUNCTION RIGHT NOW BECAUSE I’M SO FUCKING MAD.
Q:why're you wearing the sweatshirt and blanket and hat when its july?!
Because it’s 70 degrees outside and I wasn’t prepared and I’m really cold and I might sleep but I need to write some one shots and an essay for Rita Hayworth and the Shawshank Redemption and another full write up and analysis for Paper Towns.
Reblog if you have a scar with a story behind it.
This one time I tripped
This one time I split my forehead open
This one time a dark wizard tried to kill me when I was a infant but couldn’t
This one time I accidentally dropped a steak knife on my foot
This one time my brothers rat bit my thumb
Once I fell off a couch and onto a lap, I have a scar from that.
Another one I got from my brother throwing an ice scraper at my head
And once I was rollerblading in a parking lot and I grabbed onto my brothers bike and I fell and got dragged and I have a scar on my leg from that…
And my newest is from me and my cousin having a war in his basement and he threw a plastic sword and it hit me above the eye and I have one from that too…
Q:I love the little dance you did at the end of your gif :)
thanks! :D ~(-.- )~
Q:can we see you in ur hat?
I’m in my hat
Q:People are really passionate about your hat
Yeah, it’s a bold subject, they tend to take hats personally
I found my hat
Q:That hat was my Brother, you better find it.
I found your brother, don’t worry, he’s okay
Q:hunt for the damn hat. leave no man behind.
I’ve recovered the hat captain anonymous