I feel like I'm some sort of loose-weave cotton fabric that is covered in a tacky print. You might want to use me to sew a pillowcase or a vintage inspired shirt or something, except, I'm just such a terrible weave that I would be good for naught.
Today the Onion Cutter told me I was weird. I asked him why and he said something unintelligible which he finally had to spell out. He says I am weird because I'm cool. I told him I could work with that.
Also, The Dreamer and I spent the morning singing Twisted Sister's "We're not gonna take it" together. I first heard that song when I danced to it for this dance team I was on in high school.
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