bethamphetamine

• WORK AT 6 AM TOMORROW
• TRUCK NEEDS NEW MOTOR
• CAN’T GO TO WEDDING

I hate the real world. Take me back to the land of drugged and drunken hippies.

oversteeped:

I’d really appreciate it if you could give me a minute of your time and read this.

I know most of what I post here are silly pictures and stuff, but I do state the occasional opinion or post a small rant.  But if there is one thing I will always admit until the day I die, it’s that I am an expert in nothing.  I don’t know everything.  I usually try to think my opinions through and communicate them clearly but I do use Tumblr as a vent sometimes.  And sometimes in my frustration I don’t take the time to clarify something that I probably should have.

What I want you all to know is that if I ever say something you feel is untrue, unfair, or actually hurtful, do not hesitate to tell me.  I will not take it personally, I promise.  I know the difference between a disagreement and an insult.  I also realize I am, in many ways, very young and very inexperienced.  The thought of accidentally hurting someone with a thoughtless word is more painful to me than being told off for it.

I may be making a bigger deal about this than I should be, but I’ve seen a lot of harm come from hidden resentment.  I try to be reasonable and I try to be careful, but I’m human.  Please don’t ever be afraid to talk to me about something.

Thanks, guys.  Stay awesome.

mentalfiction replied to your post: Oh and Evan is moving out in like two weeks.

What?! Why?! Is it because he doesn’t understand your asexuality?

Oh no not even. That’s something we’re working on. He understands it he just doesn’t like the word for it. He feels like asexuality isn’t the best word. ANYWAY he’s leaving cause mom is kicking him out. So he’ll be in GP for the summer. He’s actually pretty stoked about it. I’m not because I’ll be stuck in bumfuck nowhere with no one to talk to.

Oh and Evan is moving out in like two weeks.

Last night before bed I was talking about how badly I wanted a quesadilla from Baja Fresh. 

The first part I remember had me in my middle school locker room and some weird shit was going down but I can’t remember what. Then…

I was in an office setting similar to Parks and Recreation. It was in my old house (962). My boss’s hamster escaped out of the office (I had let them out to run around but then this evil woman from the office opened the door and wouldn’t shut it until one of them ran out. I couldn’t stop her. For some reason this was serious business.) and into the work area and out into the backyard. For some reason I couldn’t get into the backyard from inside so I had to go outside with my boss and coworkers and jump the fence in an effort to save the hamster.

This is the fence I jumped:

Then as I stood looking over the top I noticed there were a bunch of zombies (rather people covered in white makeup who looked like zombies) standing on my porch. 

Somehow I deduced that by splattering them with paint I could defeat them. So I grabbed some of the handy buckets sitting around and started throwing paint on them. One snuck up on me from behind and as I turned to get it another three came from behind so I pulled some Chuck Norris shit and roundhouse kicked errybody. Then the rest of the “office” jumped the fence and we proceeded with a costume party in which we voted on what the office poster should be and what we wanted the most.

The guy sitting next to me was my secret admirer and he was whispering all this shit into my ear. Then I realized who it was (can’t recall now) and was OVAJOYED. When asked what I wanted most I answered

“I could really use some Baja Fresh.”

End dream.

Too many feelings.

I’ll finish it tomorrow.