Ugh. Bean soup for dinner. Dad was treating me like an idiot child. Apparently, womanhood is no excuse for not eating the disgusting slop of a meal. (I think my parents and the lunch ladies conspire together. Perhaps they shop at the same place, as well.)
He kept complaining that I was being churlish, ect. I felt like yelling
"Father, please leave me be. I am a woman, I wear a bra, for Christ's sake!" Ok, so maybe it is a bit loose, and it rides up if I run for the bus, but the womanly potential is there, you bald coot! scream
Feh. Nothing to write. NTW.
I need friends. Perhaps I shall go out and PM random people.
Callowyn of Calypso Community Member 
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