Things that I found me and my friends saying these days.
“Deadlines are the beacon that guides my life from a moment to the next.”
“That sweet, sweet two seconds between finishing a project and starting the next.”
“I don’t even think about whether I’m having a good day or not. I just work all the time.”
“I’m trying to get through the week.”
Life is an uphill battle that, at times, seems to never stop. Keep on trucking. We got this!
So I met a white guy last night at a party in Edinburgh and he told me he liked me because, said he, “I really like Asian girls.” How is it supposed to be cute? It’s like saying: “I don’t care about you as a person. I don’t care what kind of shitty personality that you have. As long as you’ve got that chinky eyes and that petit body I’m gonna xyz.” Like I’m one of those mass produced dolls from China. Like millions of girls like me exist just for the sole purpose of satisfying your fetishism.
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