I'm not like the average girl. I swear, a lot. I speak sarcasm fluently, as if it were my first language. I love crude humor. I would much rather be around a group of guys and drinking beer than out with the girls. Don't get me wrong - much needed girls nights with martinis are a welcomed change here and there. I speak my mind, often. I don't hesitate to hand you your ass if you do something wrong and it affects me. I have a pair of brass balls on me and can be quite defensive about myself and those I love. Don't even get me started on how defensive I get over Alexa.
Yet, no one ever compliments me on taking charge. For being the stand up girl who fights to the death for those she loves. Who calls complete strangers out for being rude to others. Who won't take shit from anyone. Considering how far women have come, clearly they've yet to hit a level where this is acceptable behavior. I'm often told I'm the rude one. So be it. I'm ok with people thinking me giving a shit equates rudeness.
So who wants to be the first to compliment me on being me?? No one? That's what I thought.
Surprising no one
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So I was sitting at the dining room table, feverishly
always-sometimes-rarely-nevering, when Paul asked me if I wanted something
to drink. "Please," I said...

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