loismustdie

okay... i have this scarf... it's really cute... it's black and fuzzy and it has kitty cat paws at the ends of it that fall just ontop of my breasts... hence, it looks like a kitty cat is grabbing them... okay... this is kind of the point of the scarf and it's really fucking cute...

okay... so tonight, me and clint and one of his friends from work went to a bar for a little while so they could play pool and just to get me out of the apartment for a little while... and i dressed all cute and i wore my scarf... so, clint and his friend are shooting pool and i'm watching and things are okay, except for the fact that all the music being played on the jukebox really sux... nothing but country and big hair style rock and roll... and there's this really obnoxious girl across the room, and she's the kind of girl who has to act drunk even when she's still sober...

i'm paranoid as a person to begin with, but i started to think she was making fun of me... i tried to chalk it up to narcissism, until i saw her go up to a guy, grab her breasts and get him to look at me... and i'm thinking, good lord, are they really all worked up over my fucking scarf? and she thinks it's really funny and has to run around telling more people about it... briefly, i felt embarrassed and thought about taking it off... but then i was like, nah... that's fucking stupid...

it hadn't occurred to me in a while how fucking immature the people are... and all i could think was, man, all i wanna do is go back to my hometown where all the waitresses call everyone hon, and there's better music on the jukebox, and people are able to realize that a kitty cat scarf that grabs your breasts is really cute and they don't think that i don't get the joke...

much love


and no, i'm not sad... just a little bit in disbelief right now...