Let it out, bitches
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Let it out, bitches
Sometimes I want to scream at those elitist bastards/intellectual snobs;
"I may be a person of few words but when I do use them, I pack them with a punch.
Admire my precision."
Car salesmen. I mean, come on. Do you really have to fulfill every stereotype of car salesmen and jack me around for hours? The really stupid thing is that I shoulda just walked out and said I don't need this crap, but I let myself get in a position where I really didn't want to drive home in my old car with the windows that won't close and who knows if it would've even made the trip back, but like usual I wait til the very last moment to do everything so I didn't try to buy a car until I had no choice.
But still, come on. Really, they need to stop paying people on commission because it makes people feel like they gotta play all these mindgames and bait n switch crap instead of just bottom lining things.
I'm not looking forward to tomorrow, I've got way too much packed into one day, and very little of it is fun stuff. But when it's all over I'll be relieved.
I have depression, and it sucks! I never felt like an ESFP until recently, but I feel like shit now. I want to be normal, and that's all I ever want. I want to make friends and make people laugh, but I don't have the energy. It feels great to be an ESFP when I'm fine. I haven't felt fine for the past decade. Just when I catch a break about a month ago I slip back into feeling like crap.
I was staring at my vagina and I realized that it looks a venus fly trap. I'm sure some girls vagina's are all cute and shit but my vagina's maw is open and ready to eat your dick. Its terrifying.
edit : nvm
Last edited by Sygma; 05-12-2015 at 09:44 PM.