I do not feel good about that website that tallied injuries and deaths that happened on November 29th.
It is the day after thanksgiving, and I am making up for having semi-secretly quit my job due to a culmination of freeway anxiety attacks and dreams of self-harm by selling off all the collectible doll clothes and furniture I had as a child, and building connections to potentially become an all-but-in-name discreet prostitute.
I'm taking the GRE tomorrow, and as far as I am concerned, a Master's in Lit will solve all my problems.
I don't have a boyfriend, I have been telling people whom I love that I love them and decided to no longer be afraid of acting on sexual impulse. I'm supposed to be using my "time off" to write heavily, which has partially been successful, but December awaits. If I can't find some wacky way to snare alternative cash or employment, I'm taking out a school loan and going back to community college in January. I'll take any class available that lets me touch gears with my hands or draw a circuit.
My choices of late might seem risky, but I don't care. I may not have another opportunity in life to impulsively act for my psychological interest alone, with nobody else depending on me except for a scrappy dog. And I don't want to spend another second of my life helping old racists make money.
@Rookie (not the magazine) (not that there's anything wrong with that) Haha what when is a party not free???
Also I would go to a party with you where I didn't know anyone. Just imagine me (this stranger here) there, wearing a too-low-cut dress, taking my shoes off an hour in because I "thought maybe I CAN wear heels actually" and asking men I don't know to tell me what they think about the concept of masculinity. Then play off that.
@I'm Right on Top of that, Rose True fucking that. My dog is a dangerous and really difficult beast, but I love her in a way I thought is reserved for a human child that comes out of your own body.
@TheLetterL I've just recalled that I either had a dream about texting someone about Qream last night, or I texted someone about Qream last night in my sleep. Dare I look?
Don't leave your house at night time, don't leave your house in the daytime. Don't ride the subway, don't drive and park in the public garage. Don't go home alone, don't go home with someone you know. Don't have male friends, don't operate without chaperones. Don't stay at your house, don't go outside.
@queenofbithynia Also the mention of the tight-jeans-liar defense makes me imagine a horrible world in which the assaulted are aggressively questioned about WHY they didn't wear the armor chastity belt to stop the helpless rapist, why would you not, are you trying to get raped???
@queenofbithynia I think Jia was very clear in her points of criticism and is asking other women to share their opinions; I do not think that an openness to a difference of opinion necessitates a 'fucking really hairpin.'
Also these underwear is fucked. I shall continue to walk alone in dark alleys at nighttime in miniskirts and I shall not stopped by fear nor shall I go inside quietly.
Hey Number 6 I dressed as Norma Desmond last weekend!
@stonefruit I ended up loving all of them, even Broken Harbor, at the beginning of which i was like, "... you chose HIM to be your next protagonist?"
Faithful place was my least favorite just in terms of frustration. Fraaaaaaank.