Hey!

I hate fashion bloggers who pose with their toes points inwards, towards each other. This is not how one naturally stands unless you are somehow podatiatrically encumbered. I do not approve. It does not make you look whimsical and fresh; it makes you look like someone smashed your kneecaps with a cricket bat.

Now that I've gotten that out of my system, I've been lately obsessed with getting marks on the keyboard of my laptop. Like when you use the same key again and again and the top coat or whatever you call that shit starts to wear away? Now, it would be okay if all keys were like this but it's only the ones you frequently use. It is beyond heinous. Is nothing sacred anymore?

I'm trying to deviate this blog post away from the subject of F as I feel I have reached a satisfying degree of creepy and obsessive in my last few. Let's move on, shall we? If anything interesting happens I will update but for the sake of my sanity I think other topics should be covered as well.

You know what I truly despise? Creepy dudes. This guy on the bus today who kept looking back at me (it might have been Big Michelle, I don't really know) just looking all creepy and unwashed and stuff. Like, are you doing this to freak me out, bro? Because all I could think was, "He's waiting to see which stop I get off at so he can get off at the same one and rape me." Again and again and again. I was relieved when he didn't get off at my stop.

And then, as I was walking home, I passed these three young dudes in their early twenties or late teens looking all sketchy. And they had that musty smell that kind of smells like yeast? And as I just passed them one of them said, "Hey!" and I freaked the fuck out. It was very akin to Twilight where those dudes in Port Angeles say, "Hey!" to Bella except it's not a hey as in, "Hey there, old friend! How are you? How's the wifey pooh?" It was more a, "HEY. I'M GONNA RAPE YOU," kind of hey. It was very concerning. I quickly walked home.

Is this strange or does everyone feel this way occasionally?

J