Hey there, pigeons:

This is PerfaPox, here. Welcome and thanks for visiting my little world.
Name: Well, my real name is Becki
Age: 20 (I'm an old fart)
Height: 5'2''
Location: Texas, United States....No, I don't own a horse.

Likes: Drawing, painting, octopi, anime, manga, YAOI, writing, roleplaying, chocolate, sour candy, antiques, piercings, tattoos, money, sleeping, staying up until the crack of dawn..and more obviously, but why list everything?
Dislikes: Bugs(mostly cockroaches), Annoying/dumb people, condescending people, homophobes, etc.

Want to know anything else? Ask.

I Must Vent..

I'm pissed. Beyond pissed.
I want to vent so horribly, but I have no idea how to do so...I can't form the words that are just scrambling around in my mind. My best friend's dad is such a bastard. A horrible, disgusting, sad excuse for a human being. Many times I tried to give him the benefit of the doubt, but it just won't work. It's impossible.

He treats her like shit, makes her feel less than dirt, and then he has the gull to assume things about me? Listen up, you asshole, I don't do drugs and I'm a hell of a much better person then you are! UGH.

I just spent the night over at her house, and before we were about to leave, we had to get dressed and blah blah blah. Well, my friend sprayed this perfume of hers, and this is REALLY strong perfume. Apparently it stunk up nearly the whole upstairs. It was an accident, really, she didn't realize it would stink up so badly.

So, first he asks us if we spilled a bottle of perfume. No, we didn't. "Well your perfume is really strong then. What, are you trying to hide something?" Don't act so smug, dipshit. NO, we aren't hiding anything.
I'm just so sick of him thinking so lowly of me. He doesn't KNOW me, he doesn't know anything about me. Just because I live in plano where all the 'druggies' live, he thinks he can assume that I'm one too? Ugh, screw him. I hate him completely..