Being a young adult is so strange. You enter a coffee shop. The 20 year old girl waiting behind you cried all night because she just came to a new city for university and she feels so alone. That 27 year old guy over there works a job he is overqualified for, he lives with his parents and wants to move out but doesn't know what to do about it. That one 24 year old dude already has a car, a house, and a job waiting for him once he graduates thanks to his dad's connections. The 26 year old barista couldn't complete his higher education because he has to work and take care of his family. The 28 year old girl sitting next to you has no friends to go out with so she is texting her mother. That couple (both 25 years old) are married and the girl is pregnant. The 29 year old writing something on her laptop has realized that she chose the wrong major so she is trying to start all over. We are not alone in this, but we are actually so alone. Do you feel me
The girl. Gwenifer Webbalama Pulmanti. She is destined to be stretched, all I need is the will to live and a fuck to give. She is destined to be longest. For the longing of my heart will endure her to grow, all is needed one spine from a follower, a sacrifice, if you will…. Who shall please our lord? She may be missing an eyelash, but she doesn’t like it when you bring it up. I love her stretched or not, with two sets of eyelashes or not, and I hope you will too.
I recently had surgery, and at the time I came home, I had both my cat and one of my grandma's cats staying with me.
- Within hours of surgery, I wake up from a nap to my cat gently sniffing at my incisions with great alarm.
- I was not allowed to shower the first day after surgery, and the cats, seeing that The Large Cat is not observing its cleaning ritual, decided I must be gravely disabled and compensated by licking all the exposed skin on my arms, face, and legs.
- I currently have to sleep with a pillow over my abdomen because my cat insists on climbing on top of me and covering my incisions with her body while I sleep (which is very sweet but not exactly comfortable without the pillow). She also lays across me facing my bedroom door, presumably on guard for attackers who may try to harm me while I'm sleeping and injured.
I couldn't figure out why her response rubbed me the wrong way, and then it hit me.
"People should be paid fairly."
She's talking to us. She's talking to the fans as if we're the greedy corporate boss who won't give her husband the $1 raise at the end of the year.
It's like they forgot THEY are the company. THEY are the CEOs. We're not. If people aren't being paid fairly, that's a company problem. Not a fan problem.