So here's where I'm at
I have come to the realization that my social life is just one big shat…and I’m ok with that.
Hey, that's a decent rhyme! (I bet you’re rereading that first sentence. You’ve just reread it, haven’t you…). Unlike most seventeen year olds suffering from an extreme case of teen angst and an advancing armada of juicy pimples, I actually have my life under control. Basically under control. Somewhat under control. Ok, who am I kidding?
If life was an excessively salivating, steroid-injected pit bull running 100 miles an hour, I would be eating dirt as it dragged me around by my ankles. Anyways, what I’m saying is that I’m a no-drama-mama. All I hear every day is “Wow, did you know she” and “Oh my gosh I can’t believe” and “Did you see”…not only is it exhausting and makes me want to bleed from my ears, but I don’t give a smooth fart about any of it. It has honestly come to the point where I can reach up and grasp the stupid in the air.
So, because of this, I have decided hang out with Sharon…the slightly less attractive, less talented version of myself. You see, she enjoys everything I do and she is never busy. How wonderfully convenient! She is also not real so that generates a problem…
