Thursday, September 29, 2016

I know now.

I knew before.

They won't let me talk about anything critically + assertively.

They always throw in some watermelon seeds.  "Ooh, I have to do something mean to Christina all the time.  This isn't a prize.  This is impressive."

Orlando has turned into fluff.  Huffle Fluff.  You know I was at a high ranked private college today, and I think the kids there are surprised the life of Generation XY/Y was about Pokemon and Harry Potter.

What are these people trying to do to me?  Turn me into their trash?  I bet they can't take this post.