
Being in public, family-oriented places -- like malls -- is bad enough as it is. But when you get caught in the line of vision of a 14-year-old pre-slut who just started her period, like, two months ago and still isn't used it it, it makes you wonder why you ever left your college campus in the first place. You know the kind of girls I mean. They're named Taylor and they're always with about fifty other friends whenever they go places, and when you walk by them they just stare at you. Teenage girls love staring at women who are 20 or over. They also love throwing up in school, blotting oil from their T-zones, buying tiny little purses, and organizing social mutinies for no particular reason against friends whom they've known since Kindergarten, and going to second base with boys in movie theatres which is disgusting. All those things are tolerable, though, except the staring. It's like, hey Taylor, Madison, Ashley, Ashlee, Jenni, Ashley, Jessica, Jackie? Why are you so angry? Do I remind you of your prettier older sister? Do you think my nose is big and if so, does that insult you on a personal level? Or is today your first day ever wearing a thong? Whatever it is, go see your school counselor. You're bound to get something out of it, if only a prescription to Ritalin. But if you keep this behavior up, I'll make school a living hell for you. A living. Hell.
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