------------------------------------- The name's Peter. From New Jersey. 22 years old. Absurdly sarcastic. Read much more in my "about me" by clicking on the link below. =) Side note: Many people are wondering why there are no "non-anon" questions on my blog. It's because I answer them privately so my blog doesn't get overwhelmed with questions. Side side note: I don't do promos. Side side side note: I don't reblog unless the post is something I really feel needs to be seen.
You know when you’re in class and the person behind you keeps kicking your desk like an incompetent, convulsive, good-for-nothing pile of sewage? Yeah, that happened in class tonight, and I eventually went a little batshit. TWICE, I asked the girl nicely to please stop kicking my desk. She would stop for a few minutes, then restart the fucking kick-fest a few minutes later. Eventually, during the ten minute class break, I turned around, and started shaking her desk violently while looking her straight in the face with a homicidal look in my eyes. I didn’t say a word to her the whole time. I just stared at her like a fucking maniac and kept fucking shaking her desk. I did that for about thirty seconds, then proceeded to calmly turn back around and eat my M&M’s Peanuts. There was no more kicking.
I’m kind of allergic to peanut butter. It makes my lips, and sometimes throat, swell, but I eat it anyway. Does that make me suicidal?
I really need to get myself a prescription for Xanax.