my family:
Telling me I’m too loud and shushing me my entire life to the point that I turn out to be an adult who talks too quiet for most people to hear.
also my family:
Yelling, laughing, vacuuming, banging on walls, moving dead bodies, speaking in tongues, blasting Fox News, shooting cats off the back fence, getting drunk and crying to classic rock before 11am.
other single quirky girls:
I’m so weird! I just love to eat pizza and watch TV with my cats in our matching novelty pajamas! My wallet is a hamburger! All of my things look like different things!
me:
I’m having a really hard time with this idea that in the scope of eternity, my desires don’t matter. I worry about being remembered, or having certain things accomplished, but in the end, everything is ephemeral. We’re all just going to be swallowed up by the sun and turned to space dust. But maybe being temporary is what makes any experience even worth living. Maybe all of my perceptions about what is beautiful, or what is important, have been wrong … Can I step on your face?
(My mom needs all of you to know the specifics of our real life in relation to this post. A cat only got shot ONE TIME. And the drinking usually starts at noon. We’re not hillbillies, ok? We have class.)
(The cat was hopping fences and holding a cell phone, which in the 80s was like the same size as the cat, and we had that whole Cold War thing with Russia going on, so it was pretty suspicious, to say the least.)
—bwargh von modnar
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