
It's not about how much romance novels I read or how many sappy love movies I watch in a year. It's really not about how I've treated or how I treat a current or past boyfriend. It's not about how I treat guys in general at all. It's not about how many dresses or skirts I own and it's not about how much make up I put on once in awhile or how I get my hair done. It's not about how many times I check a guy out or whether I love Britney and Madonna. It's not about whether I sit like a girl or put my legs up on the chair. It's not about how often I cry at movies or how often I throw something against the wall till it gets completely destroyed. It's not about me making a face at the idea of going on a date compared to getting sloshed at a beerfest or at some gig. It's not about how good I am at Guitar Hero or Rock Band compared to some Dance Dance Revolution game. It's not about how I'd rather go drinking with my friends and laugh at us doing shit than go clubbing and get it grinding by some random hot dude. It's not about how many times I say dude compared to yay! It's not about how I sometimes watch wrestling just to see the guy getting bashed up real bad or how many times I watch some show about pregnant teen moms. And it's definitely not about how many things I have in common with guys. It's not about how much I think Pearl Jam beats Nickleback any day, any time. Really. It's not about whether I can leave the house without a bag or not and it's not about how often I wear shoes compared to girly, strappy sandals or flats or whatever. It's not about whether I head bang to Black Sabbath (circa Ozzy) or bobbing my head demurely to Kylie Minogue. It's not about what's my favorite color or how many times I swear in a second. It's not about my constant tantrums or whether I paint my nails or not. It's not about whether I'm fascinated about gory details or squeal when I hear it. It's not about whether I watch soccer or watch netball. It's not about how many times I smile compared to the countless time I've made a funny face in a picture. It's not about me being a girl, it's about me being me. Either you hate me, or you somehow (if ever possible) find it in you to like me for who I am.
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you opened the comments! please girl, we be lovin' you fo you hoe!
ReplyDeleteJOEY MISSES YOU BITCH I LOVE YOU LONG TIME OKAY BYE
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ReplyDeletehappy birthday
we'll always love you for you although i'm not too sure about joey. he secretly hates brown people HAHA just kidding. we're coming over to celebrate your first day of your 19th year. get old, get laid.
xoxo,
d, joey+lena