The sky is blue
I’ve been hinting at going into international relations since sophomore year…my mom acts like I just suddenly lost my mind today. Never mind that we’ve argued about why I’m not going to be a doctor for the past two years. Seriously. One day I’m going to marry someone not Viet and mom’s still going to ask why I’m not married five years after the wedding.
“I shave my legs, I sit down to pee, I can justify any shopping spree. Don’t
go to a barber, but a beauty salon, I can get a massage without a hard-on.
I can balance the checkbook, I can pump my own gas, I can talk to my friends
about the size of my ass. My beauty is a masterpiece and yes it takes long,
at least I can admit to others when I’m wrong. I don’t drive in circles at any
cost, I don’t have a problem admitting I’m lost. I never forget an important
date, you just have to deal with it, I’m usually late. I don’t watch movies
with lots of gore, don’t need instant replay to remember the score. I won’t
lose my hair, don’t get jock itch, and just ‘cause I’m assertive, don’t call me a
bitch. Don’t say to your friends, “oh yeah, I can get her.” In your dreams, dear,
I can do better. Flowers are okay, but jewelry is best. Look at me, idiot,
not at my chest. I don’t have a problem expressing my feelings, I know
when you’re lying, you stare at the ceiling. Don’t call me a girl, a babe
or a chick. I am a lady - get it, you dick?”
— (via banlovestam)
Intolerable
I absolutely find it near unforgivable when someone uses my things without my permission - without ever seeking for it, and especially if it happens repetitively.
