And I don’t mean shots drunk. I mean I pour the liquor in a cup with a chaser and drink it. I don’t like having shots (Taken with instagram)
Its hitting me
It took a while but its finally hitting me. Cops raided my uncles house today between 10:30 and 11 AM. I barely woke up 10 minutes or so before it happened. All I heard was banging on the door and then “OPEN UP SAN DIEGO POLICE!!! OPEN THE DOOR OR WE’RE GONNA BREAK IT DOWN.” At first I thought it was my door they were banging on. I was still half asleep. I couldnt tell but I heard the banging. I got up and put my shorts on then I opened the door. The gun was pointed directly at my chest. The cop was looking at the door that the other cop was banging on when he turned around and saw me. The look on his face was already nervous. Then when I opened my door his arms jolted up quick so that the gun was pointed at my face then he pointed it back down to my chest and told me to keep my hands up, get on the ground and then put my hands behind my back. He cuffed me and left me there on my stomach. The whole time I was just wondering why they were there and who they were there for. They left and found who they were looking for a few streets down. The dipshit jumped out the window and made a run for it the second he heard the cops outside the door. I left to the old ladys after to do some laundry. I came back and when I did one of my uncles friends was asking if I was there. I told her what happened and she kept saying how scared she wouldve been if she had a gun to her. I walked into my room and started to realize that when I opened my door, the fear of the gun to my chest then face never hit me. Until now that is. The whole time the cops were there I just wanted to know who they were looking for and why. Its hitting me like a bullet to the chest (no pun intended…seriously) The realization that if that cop was anymore nervous than he already looked, he couldve freaked when I opened my door, he couldve shot me straight through my chest. I couldve been dead this morning…..Now I keep asking myself….what then? What wouldve happened if that cop shot me? Would I have died? For some reason, as the whole thing started to hit me, I started getting incredibly angry. Why is that? Is it because my life was almost cut short? Was it because now that Im feeling this way, it seems no one that I love and claims to love me or be my friend is here to talk me through this save for a few obvious ones? Is it because cigarettes and smoking are looking more friendly than the people that I love and that I’ve been there for? Is it because my life was almost cut short and I havent even been able to really live yet? Is it because I couldve died today without Andrea being with me? Why am I so fucking angry right now?
Of course this is one unhealthy habit that seems the friendliest when my thoughts are betraying me (Taken with instagram)
This theory says that there is more behind Nickelodeon’s Rugrats besides being a cute show for little kids to watch. In fact, some people are saying that the show has this whole psychological meaning behind it centering around Angelica having a psychotic break at the age of 3 after having too many traumatic accidents happen in her family at such a young age.
- All of the rugrats are a figment of Angelica’s imagination. Now that’s not so horrible by itself, but then we learn why Angelica made them up.
- Chuckie died with his mother in childbirth. This is why his dad is always so worried about him in the show.
- Tommy was stillborn, making his dad have some kind of break and sit in the basement to make toys for the son he was supposed to have.
- The DeVilles had an abortion. Angelica never found out if the baby was supposed to be a boy or a girl so she decided to make it twins. Then, she gave them matching names and personas because there probably would have been only one child if there was no abortion.
- The reason behind these delusions have been blamed on Angelica’s nonexistent relationship with her mother and her manipulative one with her father. Thus, Angelica had no one to turn to when she needed help dealing with the babies’ deaths and resorted to making up the lives they should have lived.
In All Grown Up, Angelica is a bipolar schizophrenic addicted to narcotics and heroin because they help her keep her delusions alive. At this point, we learn that Angelica’s biological mom died from a heroin overdose and Angelica’s disease because she’s a crack baby. Her real mom’s name was Cynthia, hence her doll’s name. The woman from “Rugrats” who was Angelica’s mother is really her gold-digging step-mom who Angelica idolized.
When “All Grown Up” was canceled, Angelica died of an overdose just like her mother.
Dil is the only baby who isn’t fictional. However, Angelica never accepted him as being real and accidentally hit him too hard while trying to make him go away once, resulting in brain damage. This is why he’s such an odd child in “All Grown Up.”
Suzie was actually Angelica’s friend. The theory says that she grew up to become a psychologist and joined the Nickelodeon team to invent the “Rugrats” TV show, finally explaining the origin of the theory.what the fuck
this destroyed my childhood
