honkaphobia: the fear of honks while walking on the streets.
effin' llamas >.<
my reaction to these oh so annoying honks?
a kick in the pulse, a bit of a jump, a little gasp & an immediate reach for the pepperspray.
soooo i dug up the old scooter/razor from waaay back in the day. who knows when i last rode that thing was. i figured... why the hell walk when i can scooot? haha. honks freak me out man. they go toot, i go AH, & my mind thinks PEPPERSPRAY. i swear... one of these days some innocent random guy's gonna be walking behind me & in panic... i'll probably i'm gonna throw the pepperspray, spray with my phone, swing my key into my eye, & trip over my scooter. if you know me, you know that there's a big chance of that happening. with my luck it'll probably be some super hot asian guy too >.<>
sooo my sister took me belated birthday shopping yesterday. six hours of intense shopping sure makes you break a sweat. looking for sales... carrying a bajillion things... & running in and out of the fitting rooms. WHATTADAY. bought like seventy dollars worth of crap... gotta love my sibs! <3
aaah... off to visit my grandma again. for an old sick woman, she sure has alot of energy left in her. lying to the doctors... screaming at her kids... yelling when she doesn't get what she wants. i swear... she's like a pmsing toddler. i guess it's true what they say: life's a cycle.
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