Did you fall in love? Did you get an amazing promotion? Do you live in the woods with little connection to the outside world and have no idea how terrible things have been?
Are you laughing yet?
At some point a forlorn eight-year-old (wearing something that could only be described as ‘thrifted burlap,’ natch) sauntered up to me and asked, “What are those?” An evil smile crossed my face as I dumped a pile onto his plate and thought to myself, “You’ll never be the same!” Do things like that.
There is a thin line between being “sexy” and being “slutty,” a man gets to arbitrarily decide it, and you are never to cross it.
Sure, I’ve been referring to him as such in casual conversation for weeks, but I was also calling him my boyfriend when he accepted my Facebook friend request and I’m pretty sure he was practically engaged to somebody else at that point.
Honestly, admissions officer, I am incredibly annoyed that I live in a society where there are essentially three camps of mainstream thought on white culture.
But don’t worry too much about where you’re going to live. You’ll be spending most of your time right here — in traffic.
“I work in marketing and it’s taking over my life, I don’t know how turn it off, seriously, someone send help.”
I’m “the problem kid” and I “need to get a job” and I “need to stop living in the basement” and I “shouldn’t look at my cousin like that.”
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