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I tried to post a bunch of pictures, to remind myself and anyone who reads this that I'm still alive and awesome, but when I pressed the preview button, all I saw were a crapload of red X's. So fuck that. Here they are: words. Let's try this whole communication thing. With words.
Let's face it. I'm a grown-up. I get pissed off at people who take too long in line at Subway, I read the newspaper, I have smile lines. I'm in an academic sorority, (Sigma Tau represent) and I've never complained about the raising gas prices, honest to god. I firmly believe that if you don't talk about something or someone, if you completely remove certain words from your mouth that they will go away.
Goddamn, words are so important. I'd die if I couldn't hear people speak, if I couldn't say what I was thinking to whoever was willing to listen, if I couldn't be a huge bitch when it comes to other people's music tastes. My dreadlocks aren't firm enough for me to like folk, I'm not creepy enough for country music, and I'm way to square to be into hip hop. About four years ago I was standing outside of the Freshman dorms and carved into this Birch tree it said, 'Fuck U'. Chloe, a girl who only painted pictures with tampons and menstrual blood, approached the tree, took out a blue sharpie marker and made the 'Fuck U' say 'Folk mUsic'. God, I wish I could be her right now. Making mountains out of molehills.
Let's face it. I'm a grown-up. I get pissed off at people who take too long in line at Subway, I read the newspaper, I have smile lines. I'm in an academic sorority, (Sigma Tau represent) and I've never complained about the raising gas prices, honest to god. I firmly believe that if you don't talk about something or someone, if you completely remove certain words from your mouth that they will go away.
Goddamn, words are so important. I'd die if I couldn't hear people speak, if I couldn't say what I was thinking to whoever was willing to listen, if I couldn't be a huge bitch when it comes to other people's music tastes. My dreadlocks aren't firm enough for me to like folk, I'm not creepy enough for country music, and I'm way to square to be into hip hop. About four years ago I was standing outside of the Freshman dorms and carved into this Birch tree it said, 'Fuck U'. Chloe, a girl who only painted pictures with tampons and menstrual blood, approached the tree, took out a blue sharpie marker and made the 'Fuck U' say 'Folk mUsic'. God, I wish I could be her right now. Making mountains out of molehills.