there was some guy at tf con who started shit with a dealer “You sold me a fucking knockoff!” he shouted loudly like an immature child.
He was dressed in a white fedora and white wife beater. classy.
the dealer shook his head and told him that wasn’t the case and the man shouted again insisting, beginning to throw a tanterm. and so he began to scream “THE COLOR IS OFF, THERE ARE SCRATCHES” i commented to my companion about the tantrum—as did others and simply walked away from this shit, only to see two security guys run past us with a staff member.
holy cow cant people just work things out like adults.
We go to a con to have fun. :<
all the pictures I took of costumes at tfcon sorry if I missed you, if I did i was wayto shy to bother you while you were doing a thing.
A found a way to deal with my anxiety more. watch some tv, keep self distracted. ect.
and accept things I can’t change.
does anyone else out there get the sensation on your skin of annoying crawly feeling like when your hair, glasses and even clothes or things you’re touching like your computer just bother your skin? like annoy you?
is this a real thing or am I insane?
i seem to be concerned about some things lately. I’m afraid of loosing another friend, afraid that i’m insane and making so many things up and afraid of sleeping.
time for self talk lol
for once my room is quiet. its odd
Me Party (from The Muppets soundtrack)
"I’m having a Me partyyy, I’m such good company!" hahahaha loll
i’m moving in this direction in my life as it seems.
i dreamt it was a horrible unfair down pour and me and some catty bitches were trying to get somewhere. i was pushing a truck with ease like super man and along came steve erkel and h hopped in the back and joined us and was his happy self