#ange rants

[monocromas]

I just destroyed my stomach by being an idiot who ate too much chocolate after eating avocado and goat cheese

My stomach is killing me and I deserve it.

[monocromas]

I can’t stop reading about the story behind the Rose Christo fiasco. It’s so sad. No, it doesn’t justify pretending to be Native American, or lying about being in foster care and being the author of My Immortal (I don’t think she was), and basically placing yourself in the center of serious social issues, even if your intentions were “good” as to give them a voice through writing a fake account of your life.

No it doesn’t justify all this (specially when she was going to launch her writing career and profit out of all this), but it’s still something born out of mental illness and child abuse, which makes it... just sad.

[monocromas]

I honestly, really want to use an ouija board. I have for the longest time.

BUT, I’ve read that it’s not advisable to do it by yourself/might not work/might be dangerous, and literally everyone I’ve suggested we play, have told me that not a chance.

So I have this dilemma: I’m kinda skeptic to the urban myths of the ouija being evil and a portal to hell, and that if you play with it you attract demons that follow you - like, no, I don’t think that makes sense ? I’m one of those people who think it’s a board game owned by Hasbro that is basically a spirit omegle.

But then again, it’s like *everyone* and their grandmother in this long country thinks that or knows someone who has a cousin who has a neighbor who played with an ouija and got possessed. That and the firm belief that you have to be stupid or nuts to want to use one. And I *do* respect popular belief and folclore, and if there *are* so many rumors here that you can get followed by evil spirits and whatnot, maybe there is a reason for that?

Like I feel reaaaally curious about ouija boards and contacting spirits, but at the same time I don’t want to be like the stupid family who move to the haunted house and get murdered first in horrors films you know

[monocromas]

@tavromon My dearest could you please stop reblogging cocks so I can browse tumblr at work in peace thank u

[monocromas]

Heeey. I'm feeling a bit miserable so I remembered that tumblr exists.

[monocromas]

Of all the bad shit that has happened to me the past month or two, getting my phone stolen is not the worst one, at all, by far. It’s just an object, nobody died, the episode didn’t really trigger any of my major mental issues, thankfully, etc.

It does set me back with my savings (*sobs*), but thankfully it’s not money that I needed immediately for medical bills or rent or something like that. 

With every other bad thing that has happened to me recently I’ve acknowledged the responsibility I had with the issue in each case, and I’ve identified things that I needed to learn or a weakness that I needed to work on regarding my character or my relationship with myself and stuff - since all of what has happened has “touched” me more like pushed me to the ground and stomped on me on a psychological way so to speak, but has also allowed me to learn and come back stronger in several important aspects of myself.

I can also identify lessons from the stolen phone incident, like “don’t be a fucking idiot who carries her phone on her pocket” for starters, and also stuff regarding my own relationship with money and material objects, yadda yadda

BUT, with all that said, at this point I’m really like

Universe. My dude. Please. Fucking stop with the lessons already pal. I’m exhausted I tell you. You’re not even fucking giving me time to assimilate what I’m supposed to be learning. Just. Stop. You’re killing me buddy. My fucking sanity is not that much to begin with you know. You know. Just stop. I’m tired. Lessons weren’t that expensive last year. Why. Just- Why? Why. Please stop. Seeing an unwanted dick fucking live today was the last straw. Please tell me it was the last. Please. I can’t. I need some peace.

[monocromas]

And you know, sad thing is, as much as I hate everyone on that fucking bus and expect them all to die, I’m not really angry at them - but at myself. Because I don’t expect anything out of strangers but I did expect me to not be such an stupid idiooooot ugggghhh Ángela what the f u c k where you thinking duuuudeeee you know money doesn’t fall in your lap like ??? you have to earn that shit dude your phone was perfect it was even BETTER that the new modelsss ughhhhh and they don’t sell it anymore !!! you can’t even say you now can buy a better one like nope, yours was awesome and had not even a scratch snifff why Ángela how could you betray us like that with your stupidityyyyy *cries*

[monocromas]

Some ugly motherfucker stole my fucking phone on the bus 8)

The fucking ugly waste of space also pulled down his pants and flashed me his tiny ugly disgusting dick when I confronted him about it. Can. you. fucking. imagine.

I really really wish I had the energy to research and cast an awesome curse for my phone to explode on his disgusting face and somehow killing him painfully but I’m actually exhausted after everything. So no playing witch.

I’m really fucking angry with myself for not placing my stupid phone on my bag like I usually do, instead I was carrying it in my pocket. On the bus. In Chile. Where everyone is basically a thief. Like an idiot. 

I still can’t believe that fucking scum actually got to NOT ONLY steal my (*sigh* expensive) phone, but also to sexually harass me (!!!). I bet that ugly shit will get off to that. I have never in my life wanted as intensely for someone to fucking die.