Q: what is the difference between boys and girls?
A: the glass ceiling. girls are really good at washing it!
question authority.
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pft emily dickinson. what do YOU know about emily dickinson??
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IT’S OPEN SEASON ON ALL SUCKHEADS
i wish i was 7 again.
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i’m 22 years old.
if i could change one part of my body, it would be the part of my brain that holds all my memories. images of 22 years of love, joy, pain, longing. 22 years of growing up; 22 years of nerve-wracking overachievement, dissatisfied underachievement, hours of video games, TV, silly grade-school playground games; snowy Ohio saturdays mornings, where the family would drag ourselves through a fresh coat of white flakes, still shimmering like a thousand tiny christmas lights, to the bowling alley; we’d eat cheap fried mini-tacos, play the half-broken mortal kombat machine in the musty, unkempt arcade; then we’d go home and watch those old, cheesy nickelodeon game shows as the sun’s light waned beneath another milky blizzard-cloud.
my body moves forward, lost in an ever-flowing river, growing taller, growing older, but my mind forces itself backward, struggling as the current thrashes, a glowing golden stream pushing, forcing. words, sounds, new knowledge closing the gates to the old, beaten path; bit by bit, those hazy saturday mornings become a twilight, a black and unreachable vista lost forever in an endless and moonlit sea; and i, the captain of a hastily-built barge lost in the endless midnight horizon, sail in circles forever, trying to find my way back, but only ending up further and further away from what i came to look for in the first place. the door closes, but still i search for the tarnished brass handle, hoping foolishly to reclaim the immaterial, the intangible - the immortal. i am lost.
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i need something to confide in. the vote is still out on law as a profession atm.
