Inevitably, whenever I make something, there's always somebody that pipes up in shock that I made it. I don't care what it is - a painting, cookies, or some other culinary creation. It could be flattering if someone said, "You MADE that?" but it's usually more like, "YOU made that?!" Seriously fucking irritating. Yes, I'm a girl with a foul-ass mouth, who drinks beer and drops f-bombs, and yes, I can cook, and I can bake. I even painted that giant canvas on the wall you're eyeing. Your prejudice is showing... might want to tuck that back in.
Sunday, May 13, 2012
Friday, May 11, 2012
Working on it?
Pedicure lady: Happy Mother's Day.
Me: I'm not a mother, but thank you.
Her: You're NOT!? Are you working on it?
What. The. Fuck?
Posted by AKAKatydid at 12:34 PM 0 comments
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