Sep
16
Tonight I told my friends “I only get outrageous at parties out of spite”, which is at least 70% true. This is why I always have a kind of great and kind of terrible time whenever I go out; all that changes is what kind of great and what kind of terrible. I don’t get a lot of feminist use from my rage, but my God, my spite is a motivating force for the ages. I’ll show you all how much fun I can have. My point is — oh geez, we pushed all the drinks off that table, danced on it, and trod in the broken glass, how did that happen? I’m sooooo wasted, sorry, oh my god.
