It’s not my fucking job not to be raped -
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i avoid shirts with witty sayings on them (not that i judge other people who proudly wear theirs, mostly because i love to read them, kind of like bumper stickers), but i’m considering this one:
Florida, here i come!
“I just think happiness is what makes you pretty. Period. Happy people are beautiful. They become like a mirror and they reflect that happiness. If somebody walks in the room and they’re drop-dead gorgeous and sexy, it’s really fun to look at. But if someone is giving of their spirit and they make you laugh and feel good, that’s a whole other level of beauty.”
— Drew Barrymore
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Instead of last-minute packing for my trip - Florida, honey, woot! - or even finishing that analysis of the Metamorphosis like i should be doing, i’m dancing around my room, listening to “Short Dick Man”
Oh, yeah! And my mother let me wear her special skeleton earrings!
Which is good - our house has never been TP-ed or any such mischievous crazy kid act of vandalism. I’ve lived here in this neighborhood in Jersey for the majority of my life, though, so all i have to compare our goosey nights to are TV sitcoms and bad straight-to-video movie renditions. Which means i have no idea if those pranks actually get pulled on anyone, ever. But, either way, it’s really nice not having to worry about eggings or finding flaming bags of shit on the porch.
Make progress toward getting a car. Which can be accomplished by, you know, doing anything.