I don’t know how to title this..


I hate that… The worst part is, they always wear a belt. Just pull up your damn pants! It’s not that difficult. That just made me realize two things. One, that I’m either going to be the cranky old lady on the block that sits in her rocking chair on the porch and complains about kids today and how things used to cost a lot less. Two, I could also be the crazy old lady that just doesn’t give a fuck and swears up a storm and dyes her hair blue and plays around with her life alert and just doesn’t give a damn about the rest of the world… Who knows, it could go either way. Wow, those were long sentences. Sorry.


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