Stephanie, not an Oprah fan, I’d take it
Was it really necessary to cry for three days when I shaved my head at age 17? Did you have to be all dramatic when every I expressed a teeny, tiny individual impulse? Well, screw that I guess. I learned how to hide my freak flag. It is a skill that serves me well.
And to this day, you still don’t understand me. You don’t know my hopes and dreams. Heck, you don’t even know my goddamn JOB! You truly suck because of this. And I know I should be all, ‘you did the best you could’ and all ‘Oprah vagina forgiveness’ about it. But, no. I still think it sucks when you can’t get your self past the tattoos to see the glory of me. Dumbass.
But lets try a tiny step here. I am NOT a physicians assistant. I am a PSYCHIATRIC NURSE PRACTITIONER.
Big difference between the two. Just like us.
I still love you though. Your grand-kids love you more. See you next week.
Rantasaurus Says: Steph, I get you. I get you. When Mr. Perfect Dumb Billasaurus was off stomping skulls and making Mamasaurus proud, I was reading in the corner, learning Milton, Thoreau. Who do you think got the Caveasaurus when Mama passed away?
”Oprah vagina forgiveness” has to be one of the top phrases I’ve heard this year.
Why thank you! I think that women today are expected to be all, “I forgive”. Like forgiveness is going to change things.
Don’t get me wrong, I enjoy watching Oprah.
I choose to stay mad.
I am still love, I am still giving.
But I am still mad.
Stephanie