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I'm going to start posting here more. I keep having thoughts and thinking, "I wish I had a place to write that." And I actually do. Woah!
I've been working a lot. Thursday through Monday I work at the store, Tuesday and Wednesday I teach piano and voice lessons and at night I work on posts for thisiswhatswrongwithyou.blogspot.com
Ha. My dad suggested the other day that I should write a paragraph under each picture explaining why it's funny.
Jesus, dad...you know, because the only thing that makes something funnier is to explain why it's funny.
My hair is short again. I feel unattractive, but I got a taste of having long hair and what I hate about it for Halloween. I don't like the kind of person long hair makes me feel like. I'm not a maiden in a tower, I don't fear change or progressive feminism. I can move my head around when I go out and it doesn't take an hour just to do my hair.
The fucked up part, though, is that I swear men are not as nice to me anywhere. I mean, I knew it was so...men being assholes (the exception being my boyfriend, who is an amazing person who treats everyone with an equal amount of respect. fancy that!) I don't like that. I don't like it at all. The longer your hair is, the more attractive you are, the nicer men will be to you. The superficiality of the male creature disgusts me.
I've been working a lot. Thursday through Monday I work at the store, Tuesday and Wednesday I teach piano and voice lessons and at night I work on posts for thisiswhatswrongwithyou.blogspot.com
Ha. My dad suggested the other day that I should write a paragraph under each picture explaining why it's funny.
Jesus, dad...you know, because the only thing that makes something funnier is to explain why it's funny.
My hair is short again. I feel unattractive, but I got a taste of having long hair and what I hate about it for Halloween. I don't like the kind of person long hair makes me feel like. I'm not a maiden in a tower, I don't fear change or progressive feminism. I can move my head around when I go out and it doesn't take an hour just to do my hair.
The fucked up part, though, is that I swear men are not as nice to me anywhere. I mean, I knew it was so...men being assholes (the exception being my boyfriend, who is an amazing person who treats everyone with an equal amount of respect. fancy that!) I don't like that. I don't like it at all. The longer your hair is, the more attractive you are, the nicer men will be to you. The superficiality of the male creature disgusts me.