Well, this post was going to be about how I don't really enjoy hanging around girls because all they do is complain (about boys, their body, their hair, school, blah, blah, blah), then I realized how ironic me complaining about their complaining would be. So I'm just going to title this "I am woman: Hear me complain!" as a spin off of something Ingrid says in
White Oleander. Because I enjoy that book.
I just published a post about me complaining about others complaining...
ReplyDeleteoh. Well, this post is unrelated. Obviously. Haha.
ReplyDeleteHaha ohhh no, I didn't mean it like that.
ReplyDeleteI just meant that... it is a funny coincidence that we wrote about the same thing.