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[stickykeys23]

imma tell you a short story involving eggs and hispanic women

DISCLAIMER: I AM HISPANIC AND I AM NOT TRYING TO BE RACIST PLEASE DON’T BE OFFENDED I JUST THINK THIS IS A FUNNY STORY

One day, I was on a late night Walmart run in a very tourist-ey town of Florida. Now, the reason for the aforementioned run has slipped from the oiled hands of my memory, but there was one moment of the night I shall never forget.

I was on my way to get some eggs when I realized my problem: the eggs were gone. There were no cartons left. I could see a stray tumbleweed of a white shell rolling on the bottom. The few cheap blue cartons that were left had been corrupted.

Cracked.

Shattered, even.

How was I supposed to eat breakfast in the morning without some good ol’ clucker-fuckers? Eggs are essential.

Finally, when I thought all hope was lost, I turned slightly to the right. What I saw was astonishing. Two women speaking in rapid Spanish with, I kid you not, ALL THE FRICKITY FRACKING EGGS IN THEIR STUPID SQUEAKY GROCERY CARTS. 

So I just got cage-free eggs instead, even though I should have done that from the beginning.

[stickykeys23]

Whatever floats your boat

the builder of the titanic, probably

[stickykeys23]

why does everyone want to reinvent themselves?

humanity is odd. wacky, even.

we could have everything we’ve ever wanted, and it still wouldn’t be enough. we’re constantly yearning for more. our life is a huge game of monopoly; get as much as you can before it’s over. collect $200 after you pass go (if you’re lucky).

as i’m venturing into the vast and treacherous ocean of my late teen years, i find myself always begging for more. begging for change. all i want to do is to be the girl who walks into school and all of my peers says, “wow, she’s completely changed. she’s just so damn cool.”

how i wish i had the balls to chop off my hair, or completely change my personality. not even the balls, but the discipline. all i want is to be a completely different person. i’m sick of being the goody-two-shoes who isn’t confident enough to say that she has friends, even if deep down she knows she does.

i’m sick of living in so much fear. fear can stop anyone from doing anything, but that’s a big responsibility for a four letter word.

i’m on the long and winding road of supposed-reinvention. for real this time. watch me walk in the street. i’ll be wearing yellow eyeshadow, with no care in the world.

peace out pals.