Gah. Pretty frustration. No matter how much I take stock in the idea that I don't have to conform to society's standards... there's a little, slimy, green monster that lives inside of the media and tells me that it is my reflection. No no no no no.
Hahahahaha. You think you have control of me, media? To some point, you may be right. But you can't truly tell me what I want. Because I want chocolate milk. And that may have more to do with corn products than it has to do with you, media. So... ha or something.
Also, our first parade of summer season is tomorrow. Woot woot, go color guard! And go athletic shirts! Thou shalt go forth and feel like the popular boys from 6th grade!
It's like, midnight-oh-three or something, so sleep tight, internet. And if you're waking up somewhere in the world... sit tight and close your eyes for a minute or two so I can feel like you followed my advice.
DFTBA, no matter what anyone else tells you.
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