Because shit happens.
Shit happens to me, and to you, and to your little sister, and my friends, and everybody, and sometimes it seems like there's not a whole lot I can do about it. It doesn't seem to matter how much I fight against it -- somehow I always end up feeling like if I just could have thought it out for a few more seconds, or been a little clearer, a little more concise, hit on just the right example, maybe I could have made a difference.
Except what really happens is I end up in the parking lot of a Denny's at 11pm screaming BULLSHIT in my sister's ex-boyfriend's face when he tells me that rape would end if women would stop falsely reporting it and smearing the good names of innocent men.
Yikes, Angie. I hope everyone is okay! Douchebag ex boyfriends.
ReplyDeleteOh jesus, I probably shouldn't tell you this, but when I say "my sister's ex-boyfriend", I mean your little brother...
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