Labels: i'm sorry--i thought you were gay--aren't you? (why not?), prince charming is a fictional asshole (but i know lots of real ones), we has us a job
chick lit, how i love thee! let me count the ways.
thou has prepared me a pink, frothy table in the presence of my exes, and thou hast allowed me to give them the finger, chortling gleefully, while fantasizing about the hopelessly virile, handsome and athletic (while at the same time sensitive and thoughtful) heroes of your books, to which no real man (and certainly not my exes) could ever measure up.
thou has filled the area between my ears with cotton candy and spun sugar, and brainwashed me with extremely unrealistic expectations vis-a-vis romance and the opposite sex (not unlike disney movies, but more sexually explicit).
thou has ingrained in me the notion that what all women really want is a strong man who can master them, take care of them, and protect them (again, not unlike disney movies).
thou has removed from me the need to think about what i am reading, or indeed to think at all. because ever since i was a little girl, i've been told that someday my prince will come.
thank you.
in other news, it would appear that all i ever need to do to work at that store is show up one day and say hi. i start work again tomorrow, and it looks like they may be giving me the evening shift for the foreseeable future. we'll see.
i've found that it's easier to be lazy and employed than searching for a satisfying place to work. especially when it's part-time. and they have to give me some days off eventually.
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