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World, how dare you? There is a run in my beautiful thigh-high pantyhose! The humanity of it all!
On a slightly alarming note, if only I had big boobs, I'd look like a Barbie. Since I've lost weight, all my nice professional clothing fits me really well. I looked at myself in the mirror before going to my interview this morning--"sensible pumps," "sensible pencil skirt," "sensible blouse," etc--and it occured me that I do like kind of like a doll. This is unsettling. It is even more unsettling that I kind of like it.
In stark contrast, I recommend that you all read Female Chauvinist Pigs, by Ariel Levy. I just read it (in only a few hours too, it's a nice quick read!) the other day and it's god damned amazing. Genius, actually. Read it!
In conclusion, the world should all of a sudden just get everything right. Pieces, please magically fall into place.
I'm sure it would help if I knew how I wanted the pieces to fall. But that's another story for another time.
My cat is fucking adorable. I miss my computer. I can't find my flip-flops or my favorite jeans. Not cool. But hey, it's sunny and beautiful out!
Go sit in the grass with no shoes on.
The time is now.
PHOTOSYNTHESIS TO THE PROLETARIAT.
On a slightly alarming note, if only I had big boobs, I'd look like a Barbie. Since I've lost weight, all my nice professional clothing fits me really well. I looked at myself in the mirror before going to my interview this morning--"sensible pumps," "sensible pencil skirt," "sensible blouse," etc--and it occured me that I do like kind of like a doll. This is unsettling. It is even more unsettling that I kind of like it.
In stark contrast, I recommend that you all read Female Chauvinist Pigs, by Ariel Levy. I just read it (in only a few hours too, it's a nice quick read!) the other day and it's god damned amazing. Genius, actually. Read it!
In conclusion, the world should all of a sudden just get everything right. Pieces, please magically fall into place.
I'm sure it would help if I knew how I wanted the pieces to fall. But that's another story for another time.
My cat is fucking adorable. I miss my computer. I can't find my flip-flops or my favorite jeans. Not cool. But hey, it's sunny and beautiful out!
Go sit in the grass with no shoes on.
The time is now.
PHOTOSYNTHESIS TO THE PROLETARIAT.