don't tell me what to do mister.

i know there's that annoying teenage cliché about rebellion, "you say one thing, they do the other///in one ear and out the other" and alla that. but here's the thing: that's me. i don't like being told what to do. especially by parents. my dad tries to talk to me and i'll be semi-nice if he's commenting on a tv show or something, but if he asks me a question and follows it up with instructions on what i should do better next time, HE BEST BE EXPECTIN THIS:



same with teachers....not a fan. "flip your worksheet over while we're listening to the song" bitch, please. imma look at the other side.

and it didn't just start when i was a teenager.

perhaps roxy remembers this one.

• rkk
• summer 2005...maybe....it's all a blur
• they kept serving us real shitty snacks during snack time
• then they told me i had to stop crocheting to go to some dumbass group meeting on the steps
• after pissily sitting thru it i begin a destructive revenge mission:

1. gather crowd and inspire them through convincing rhetoric
2. start a petition to get less shitty snacks, pass it around, collect nearly fifty signatures! (idk the actual number.)
3. convince a few of the adults ("teachers" ?) to sign it
4. anonymously slip it on the table where the head honchos are sitting. "jessica" perhaps? always hated that bitch.

what. up.

bitch, please.