Oh my. I can finally breathe. That asshole isn’t lying on me anymore! I swear every night he stumbles in and wakes me from my slumber so that he can get his. I can’t deal with it anymore. Every night I jump off the bed as he sleeps so I can get away from him, but every night he wakes up and picks me up again. I can never escape. Oh how I wish I could grow legs and walk away. I mean he does let me rest for like 16 hours of the day. For 16 hours I’m alone to hang out with my dear sister the mattress and her kids sheet and blanket, so its lovely family bonding time. I just can’t deal with this anymore though. I think I’m going to fall again tonight and hope that finally works!
Well this is some serious gender bending activity, which I sincerely support. To mix the “masculinity” of the work gloves with the “femme” of the lipstick sends a very powerful message of the full human figure encompassing both ends of the spectrum. I’m not actually wearing either, but I’ll pretend I am. It’s quite difficult to write in work gloves and the lipstick gets stuck together sometimes making it difficult for me to mouth the words, but I like where this piece is going, so that’s a plus. The gloves reminded me of the bus ride I took into downtown providence to mentor elementary school students. There was a poster about recovering drug addicts. It was to use them in a study about their methods of overcoming their addictions, which is great, but in all actuality it shouldn’t be posted in buses towards the poor as they are statistically the least likely to recover from drug addiction. It should be posted in wealthier neighborhoods or in centers where AA and other drug addiction groups are held. That would be the most conducive for their success. I’m getting angry. The work gloves are bringing out my testosterone. I think I need to stop for now and continue this at some other point.
My lobster pinched me! I’m getting rid of this thing!! Ugh! I thought this would be a good decision. A pet I could keep in my dormroom, but no, I can’t play with it because it pinches me and it doesn’t like doing anything but sleeping and scuttling. I’m done with this thing. Done.
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