Close reading essays make me laugh/make me feel like a TERRIBLE person.

It’s all bullshit. All of it.

I just wrote a page and a half discussing the word ‘purpose’ and how it relates to feminism and motherhood.

A page and a half.

About one word.

Well, a page and a half is still damn good. AND BILLY ELLIOT CAME IN THE MAIL.

Guess what Iiiiiii’ll be doiiiiing…