When I was in 6th grade I bought this long poofy skirt. It was made of grey denim. It gathered at a high waist and I thought I had really smashed down some fashion barriers. This skirt had so much fucking fabric you could cover a couch with it. I wore it to school exactly once. A very smart girl called me Bea Arthur. That night I wrote in my journal how mortified I was to have turned into 6th grade Maude, with a cinch waist tarp on.
This morning I woke up to a dream where I was naked cuddling with Bea Arthur and she had expressed an eager intention to go down on me. Have fun breaking that one down, weirdos.
No comments:
Post a Comment