Moose + casserole = awesome.
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Anyways, yeah. I'm writing this from the laundromat as my clothes tumble around in the dryer, just having finished my Stats homework. I'm beginning to (sickly) enjoy this sort of thing. Sitting in coffee shops, laundromats, working on assignments. In particular, I'm beginning to enjoy laundry days, despite the fact that they slowly drain my hard-earned cash, because you feel accomplished just for sitting there while a machine does the hard labor. Oh yeah.
All right--the dudes. I never figured I'd do a blog post relating to this. But lately I am fighting my womanly guilt for not wanting to find a hand-holding partner with whom to hold hands with forever until we die (that's the way it works right?).
I know that's entirely ridiculous, but you must admit, growing up watching Sleeping Beauty over and over doesn't exactly instill modern, progressive values in a girl. Although the societal pressures that have led to this guilt of mine is a different rant entirely.
But the truth? The truth is I want the freedom to go wherever I want, do whatever I want, WITH whoever I want. No matter what anyone says, having a serious partner will change that. Everyone says my attitude is fine because of my age, and yet most everyone that I know (who is roughly my age) proclaims they don't want to date, and then start dating someone a week later.
I think the answer to all this, as it has been from the start, is: cat lady. I better start buying ugly sweaters and smelling like kitty litter (despite not having a cat). It is, after all, my destiny.
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