Ahh, there’s nothing better than taking off your bra after a long day. Most of the time I don’t mind the flopper stoppers, but there are just some days, where a cup of tea and an episode of That 70s Show can only be properly enjoyed with your babylons out of imprisonment. Am I right or am I right. There is no question mark at the end, so it is not really a question.
Now, to the travesty of the day. Brace yourselves for some major injustice. My class is graduating this year, and apparently different people have been nominated for different categories. I’m pretty sure it’s the Party Committee who has decided on the nominees, and I’ll have to remember whom that includes exactly for my next voodoo experiment. ANYWAY. Today the voting ballots were passed around and there were about five people nominated for each category. Among others there were “Class Friend”, “Class Striver”, “Class Mooch”, “Class Nerd”, etc, you know, the cliché stuff. I searched through the lists to see if I had been nominated for anything, and I had… as the “Class Gossip”. What is that fuckery? Little me? Little innocent me? NOBODY WAS SUPPOSED TO KNOW. With my short stature and goody-two-shoes reputation, I could have gone all the way. Now everybody will know about my true nature, damnit. I just like information, that’s all. I like to keep informed. It’s not mean-spirited. Now the Party Committee is officially on my list of things to gossip about, because that shit ain’t right.
Some of the categories were totally inappropriate and offensive. “Class Bimbo”? “Class Blonde”? Am I the only one, who thinks that’s messed up? The worst is that the Party Committee primarily consists of girls, if not ONLY girls, and I know they came up with the categories. That’s something I can’t really fathom/understand/accept/respect whatever. But more on my views on that later.
Sofie, The Class Gossip. Class of 2012.
(In this picture still wearing the entrapment device otherwise known as a brassiere.)