I don’t know why everyone has to sit next to me on the train. A million fucking open seats from here to the moon & they always gotta sit rightfuckingnext to me. I know I’m cool but please. I just want space. Even if it’s only on the train. Sit somewhere else, I plead with my dark sad bleeding eyes, but they squeeze their soft squishy ass next to mine anyway, and then i say fuck you motherscratchers and gouge their eyes with my pencil.
Seriously look at the open seats & this woman (next to me) is practically in my lap. And not a woman I’d ever want in my lap.
- periods, babies, and head colds
- my uncle tony can spit real far