too bad I'm at home
I'm drinking that goofy dark beer that the boyfriend's mom gave us and listening to the Violent Femmes and feeling very hyper. Like I'm going to start doing all of the different hardcore dances from that Sick of it All video. Picking up dimes and skanking and whatnot.\
The boyfriend is still playing Tony Hawk and the baby went to bed early. I'm kind of bored and hopped up on Sour Patch Kids.\
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After many years of begging and pleading and waving away dismissals and disbelief, my mom gave me a buttonmaker. The great thing about this model is that it is geared toward 8-year-old girls. So, reading the directions and design suggestions I find myself thinking, “Oh! I could make buttons for my student council campaign! Or just an 'I Love New Kids on the Block!' button!” So far I've only made one button and it was for the boyfriend. It says simply, “FUCK AKIL” in honor of one of our friends who we kinda hate. Actually, it's appropriate since Akil spraypainted “FUCK THE BOYFRIEND” (but used the boyfriend's actual name) on the sides of several buildings in the upscale neighborhood of Shadyside. It looks hot. I am finally punk rock, even if my buttonmaker looks like something Hello Kitty shit out.\
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Cabbages. Knickers.\
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