Dillusional Ramblings of an Insane Girl.

20 years old.  Not excited, almost forgot to tell you the truth. XD

More importantly, Volume 4 of Petshop of Horrors: Tokyo arrived at my house yesterday.

( LJ-Cut for probable spoilers and general me-being-an-annoying-fangirl. )Everyone on my friends page who doesn't read PsoH is probably like wtf just happened.  Everyone on my friends page who DOES read Psoh is probably like wtf just happened. XD

Lol, this woman today is checking out at my register, and she bought, at least, 10 liters of soda.  And she's ranting at me, "My goodness soda is so expensive!  I buy it for my kids, OH IS IT SO EXPENSIVEEE."

HERE'S AN IDEA.  DON'T BUY SO MUCH GODDAMN SODA THEN, I PROMISE YOUR KID DOESN'T NEED IT.

Meanwhile her little brat spawn is sitting in the cart refusing to give up a toy for two seconds just so I could ring it up.  And the mom is laughing, "Oh you sure are spoiled, aren't you?"

For the love of God.

I'm standing there thinking please smack the scream out of this child because I cannot take her wailing.  But then when the mother made that last comment, I thought you know what, there's nothing wrong with her, there's something wrong with YOU.  You need the goddamn beating.

Stop pumping her full of soda goddammit.
And stop giving every everything she wants and maybe she'll learn to appreciate shit. 

I hate parents. XD