Rebel, Rebel
Am I a rebel? Please, baby, rebel is like my middle name! I’ve been wreaking havoc simce I was the tender age of thirteen, jumping the fence to get to my school…good times. That wasn’t easy to do in heels, mind you….yeah, I wore heels to school. My teacher was always trying to get Elle and Stuart to get me real, boy shoes, but they didn’t even notice I went to school! Which was fine by me. It made me able to be more rebel-like, see? I knew this would all tie into something. I don’t just talk, you know. Well, yeah, I do sometimes, but-know what? Moving on!
Then fifteen, ah, fifteen…ten years ago. But shhh, according to my Miss Flawless registration sheet, seven fine years ago…that was the year I got my very first boyfriend. He worked at the place where I got my very first and very only job. Working just wasn’t for me, you know? Well, anyway, our boss had this crazy rule about not making out near the food products. Which was really dumb when you think about it-it was McDonalds. Hello, I think a whole ton of worse stuff has gotten near that shit! Anyway…that’s how I got fired for the first and only time.
So yeah, see? I rebel all the time! Plus, if you’ve noticed, I’m goddamn drag queen. Yeah, that’s conformist. But that’s fine. Everybody’s just jealous, anyway. Why?
Because. I’m Miss Flawless.
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