May
24
Things….that should be said
*After kicking her chair LIGHTLY by accident trying to move my legs in the small ass space that is the seats at Chrysler hall*
Girl: Could you please stop kicking my chair.
Me: Kicking would imply more than once.
*kicks again*
Me: Yes, I will stop kicking your chair.
That would have been said if I wasn’t a gigantic pussy who wanted to hear “Loathing.” How poetic that song was at that moment….bitch.
