Apr
4th
2019
We Sold Ourselves for Love but Now We're Free · 11:49pm Apr 4th, 2019
So back in 1925, they weren't called 'blogs'. They were called 'essays'.
I’ve been reading essays lately.
I know my audience, believe it or not—I am aware that some of you sneak into my room in the wee hours of night to caress my sleeping angel face and read my diary. For the sake of everybody else in the house, though, I want to explain something: there are two Latin American authors I really, really like.
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#I am twenty four
#and I got fucking carded the other day
#and I know what you're thinking
#oh it was probably one of those stores where they have to card everybody when they buy alcohol
#NO IT FUCKING WASN'T
#IT ABSOLUTELY WASN'T
#THE CASHIER OUTRIGHT LOOKED AT ME AND SAID
#WORD BY WORD
#'I DON'T BELIEVE YOU'RE EIGHTEEN'
#I WAS LIKE ARE YOU REALLY GONNA MAKE ME GO BACK TO MY PLACE TO GET MY FUCKING ID
#MY FATHER IS GOING TO LOSE HIS SHIT AT ME IF I COME BACK BECAUSE I LOOK UNDER EIGHTEEN AT AGE TWENTY FOUR
#which made the cashier laugh and she sold me the beer anyway
#mind you she was not convinced I was twenty four
#she just found I was funny and desperate enough to buy alcohol--law be damned
#and if that doesn't tell you everything you gotta know about my hometown
#nothing will
