I was planning to get my laundry done and over with today, but the only thing that kept me back was not having change in quarters, dimes, nickels, etc. So I had to go to a CHASE ATM to withdraw 20 bucks (and fucking $3.00 mother freaking dollars is their fee for withdrawals).
The problem is, the machine doesn't give $10, the least is $20, and I didn't want to put $20 in the change machine at the run-down (but really cheap) laundromat next to an Asian Restaurant because the last time I did that, I barely noticed that it took a while for it to give me another $10 in quarters, and thankfully a lady caught that and gave me my quarters.
And I also didn't want to use up my $100 I got as a good luck gift (since I'm using it to subtract off any other unnecessary spending), so I decided to use the $20 to get some change back by buying Sweet and Sour Chicken at the Asian Restaurant conveniently located next to said laundromat.
I go in the restaurant, there's this cute Caucasian girl looking at me as she's eating with mostly guys, and by that, it's safe to assume that she had her boyfriend sitting next to her.
She did one of those looks most females I see with a boyfriend do to me. She quickly glances over when her boyfriend isn't looking and just stares at me lol. I'm like "derp" and turn my head back to the lady at the cash register ordering my meal.
When the lady calls one of the staff, who is eating, I could already tell this fucker was going to try and half-ass the cooking so he can go back to eating (and the place isn't even that busy, in fact, it's understaffed most of the time, but at the same time it doesn't NEED any more waiters/staff members; but thankfully the guy is a really good cook at making Sweet and Sour Chicken). So I sit down to wait for my meal, and eventually the girl and her boy group go up to pay the meal they had, and I was sitting on the chair to wait for my meal, so it's close to the register.
Then I do one of those quick glances (just a reflex we all have), but when I do, my eyes immediately look at the girl's face again. God damn it, it's like she has a magnetic force and my eyes are susceptible to her fucking cuteness.
And I know in the back of her head she tried to look at me again, but she kept her posture and was just listening to one of her friends or whatever. Really? Really? Fucking Really? I thought if you had a relationship with someone, you should at least have the dignity to not look at other people in a slutty way god fucking damn it. I mean everyone looks at people, it's natural, but she did it in a way that made it apparent that she could care less about the boyfriend she had (and god was she fucking cute, I think she's just waiting for someone better to be honest, no way someone that cute settles for less)....
Finally got my meal, the cooker comes up to me to give me my take-out and says "Here you go buddy." But he said it in a non-agressive rushed voice because he probably wants to finish his meal before it gets cold. I just use the pretentious facade of kindness and say "Thank you."
Now I'm here, all stuffed up because I had to find some way get some change, and I couldn't go to the other stores, because they were most likely closed on Sunday, and I'm not going to ride my bicycle at a longer distance to find that out.
Now my stomach is fucking full, I regret eating this Sweet and Sour Chicken (but god damn it's sooo fucking good), and now I'm too lazy to do the laundry, so I'm going to do it Monday, but I have a feeling I might put it off until next week since I have a lot of clean clothes to use anyway.
Sigh....fuck, the whole "living alone to try and keep up with the ideal of saving virginity for marriage because of vague reasoning in my head telling me to not go after a girl just yet and try to have sex with female demons in my dreams instead for greater satisfaction" is REALLY starting to annoy me, but man does it feel sooooo good being lonely and trying to induce these sexual dreams that no one in waking life will know about but ME, MYSELF, and I.
It feels fucking kinky doing this silent treatment shit on myself, in fact I'm compelling myself to go more into the abyss and just indulge myself into a potential Succubus Dream Guide.
It's a necessary evil, and goood it feels so good and sooo wrong at the same time because I know that when that happens, I'll start to lose interest building human interaction like making friends, etc. But I'm already content with what I have now. I don't know, it's like a Spiritual awakening, but also an invitation to depravity and insanity as I create more facades to cope with reality as I try to have the fucking time of my life remembering my dreams and hopefully having lewd lucid sex dreams with female demons.
And I'm a Christian, oh the hypocrisy, but I accept my wickedness....I'm one of those Christians who just signed "I agree to the Terms and Conditions." And that's because I keep using the fact that I almost died twice in situations where I thought I had no chance as my personal scapegoat to make such hypocrisy apparent in my life while concealing it from the public.
FUCK!!!
And lol, this lady I added on Facebook (I'm not into the drama mind you, it's just weird how she said this to me) she asks if I know who she is, and that it's happy to see me...
Great, another person from Guyana is going to stalk me....I hate that country, I hate being born there, it's a failure, a pathetic show of dipshits.
And these videos should help some people here have some kind of temporary solace as we all continue with the bullshit we let into our lives.
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