i read The English Roses yesterday and i found that i identified with the one character Binah. she is all made fun of by the popular girls ‘cos they are jealous of her and then they have this gay dream where they go to her house and see her cleaning up after her blue-collar dad and making dinner and the popular girls realise they are worthless cunts and then they start doing binah’s chores for her. i suggest you go to a bookstore and read it for free like i did. madonna wrote it, she didn’t draw it. well maybe she did. anyway. binah is all lonely and wears knee socks and she is smart and i am kinda like that and as a defense-mechanism i make fun of myself and have a “sense of humor” about not having girlfriends to rely on and do my chores for me so i hang out with boys and get them to do my chores instead and talk to my mum while i roll my eyes and flip out about them talking because i am watching survivor and no my dad isn’t blue-collar like binah’s though if he were i would be fine by it. he works really hard at what he does and i do absolutely nothing whatsoever.

imagine if i were your daughter all of a sudden one day like if they made a reality show of me living with you for a week and you weren’t allowed to hit me when i pissed you off so you had to try and “fix” and “enlighten” and “mentor” me and make me into a “proper lady” – how long you imagine before you drowned yourself in a lake?

i want to go look at amish people today.