If you see me flinching at f*cking sh*t, it's because cusses are no longer natural to me.
The past week, as well a this one, I've been learning how to sew/ improving my abilities. Unfortunately, the oldest other kids doing this are 12. Youngest around 7.Â
I said hell three times so far, and the girls are stupefied by this.
I also learned that there are 12-year-olds that aren't as smart about things like sexuality. Oops. One of them said 'homo', and a little girls started shouting, "what's a homo? Are you a homo? Am I a homo?" I was a little upset when one of the older girls said, "No, honey. You're straight." Ugh, how the hell do you know?
But I let it be. Typing away my angst is much more better.
One girl kept asking if I had my "permanent" yet. It took me a bit. I said, "Permit?" Â
They're adorable, but also really annoying. That's life!
THE MORAL OF THIS POST: NEVER ASK ME ABOUT HOW MANY TUTLES I'VE MADE, OR IF I'M GOING TO MAKE ANOTHER ONE. JUST DON'T. I SEE YOU THERE, ANON. DON'T. F*CKING. DARE.