"Did you hear that she's going out with..."
"Him?"
"Yeah, that's her boyfriend..."
"Who?"
"Brian's Girlfriend..."
That's pretty much all I heard today at the penitentiary you and I both know as high school. Yes, I endured smirks, jokes, teasing, and the ever-popular sing-song spelling of the act the British know as "snogging". All of this is highly annoying, yes, but non so much as the new title I've been given: "Brian's Girlfriend".
Yes, this is nice in some cases, but not when my attention is being requested down a long stretch of hallway. I need not the constant yelling of my new martial status, let alone have it become my new name. I like my boyfriend a great deal, but to be labeled as something of a possession is rather...irksome. I am my own person. Not Brian's nor Mr. G's, or Bill Gates'. (though he owns nearly the entire free world, or could some day) My identity shouldn't be erased just because I have a significant other, and neither should his.
Okay, I'm done venting now.
And you can stop laughing, Ben.
Cheers,
Deedee Knickerbocker
Oh, and I guess if you want to visit Ben's blog, you can click on the link:
But I wouldn't suggest it.
4 comments:
LOL MRS BRIAN U R TEH SUXXORZ LOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOL XP
Thanks Jon. Thanks a bunch. *attacks with giant green umbrella*
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! You know you like that title, so don't even say you don't!
oh. wow. i can't even find words. i...i...ooooo...i don't even know how to react to this. 10 days later and i find out on the internet... i ... oh. ok.
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