feminista

I hate my neighbourhood.
First my power goes out.
Then it's like fucking megaphones and cops yelling.
I can't see them.
But I can hear them.
It's scary okay?
I hate not knowing what the fuck is going on.
I like light.
I like knowing.
I hate noise.
I hate the fact my neighbourhood is overrun with teenage jackass who need to pull their heads out of their asses and stop destroying everyone's property.

Fuck.

Weekends are supposed to be nice.

I got my ears stretched today.
At Tribal Expressions.
I've never had real body modification stuff done by anyone except Jake at Bushido.
I feel guilty.
Hahah.
I had a gift certificate though.
I probably should have spent it on custom jewellery.
But whatever.
The guy was nice enough.
I'm still more comfortable with Jake though.
He was my first *feels sentimental*