Gosh, I want to be more of a bad-ass than I am.
Don't get me wrong, I'm a good deal bad-ass when it comes to motivation and drive and determination and stubbornness and passion and scrappiness.
But I want to be a bigger-bad ass.
I want to have streaks of purple in my wavy hair.
I want to have a tattoo on my ankle.
I want muscular defined arms that people might suppose I use for pushing scoundrels down stairwells when they piss me of.
Because its in there! Beneath this lady-like exterior, there is a bad-ass confined by societal walls.
Well, maybe it's time to be a tattoo-sporting, cray-cray B.
Dangit. Tough girls don't say "cray-cray B."
They say "One crazzzzzzzzzzzy BITCH."
I swear, beneath the pearls and polka dots and the cardigan sets, there is a swearing, foul-mouthed, sexy rule-breaker who wants to sass authority.
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| "I HATE AUTHORITY," she proclaimed, as set down her quiche. |
I HATE AUTHORITY.
I mean, I don't want to be grungy.
Or smelly.
Or do drugs.
Or push people down stairwells. (Not really.)
I don't want to be mean.
Cuz I'm not mean-hearted.
But I'd like to be a little bit tougher of a lady.
A bad-ass lady.
With red lips and hot-rollered hair.
And a tattoo.
Maybe just a little one.
