7/2/12 - 7/9/12

7/9/12
Three weeks, counting down. Halfway through a half of a quarter, buckle down, nut up or shut up, put on your big girl panties and let's get it done.

7/8/12
My hair was in a ponytail when I got burned. My scalp is streaked with red like tiger stripes. Brushing makes me wish I was bald, so I was slather on a thick layer of sunscreen. They should make sunscreen shampoo.

7/7/12
You're a slut for taking plan b. You're a whore for buying condoms. You're a skank for being on birth control. Close your legs! He's a badass for taking Viagra. Enjoy your sex!

7/6/12
She's pregnant. The four super christian couples are married straight from high school so they can finally have sex. Dropped out of PLU to get married and have a baby, though with no aspirations to go back. It's like watching Jerry Springer and realizing my life ain't going so badly.

7/5/12
They say when you get your tonsils out, you'll stop being sick. They're dirty liars. Two weeks later, viral meningitis. Three months later, swine flu. It's my immune system they say, sucks to be you.


7/4/12
He says he loves to save girls, loves the ride to the rescue and beat up the bad boyfriends and pull them into the safe arms of a loving relationship. It's impressive, he thinks, telling girls about how he hates woman beaters and abusive men, though he fails to realize that's just common decency. He'd love to save me, he says, if I ever need it. I say I'm a fan of women pulling themselves up by their bootstraps. He laughs. Misogyny is one step from what he hates.

7/3/12
"Eagles are dicks!" One circles the mama and baby ducks and disappears, comes back with two more eagles as backup. "This ain't no nature show! You get up and protect those baby ducks!" 

7/2/12
Vacation starts and the world fades. I forget the internet exists.