because i’ve sent so many texts. right. that’s why my phone keeps shutting off on me randomly. because you know, it’s not like i don’t delete all my conversations multiple times a day because this phone can’t fucking hold them. by the way, that wasn’t even the number of texts sent. that was how much space was taken up on my phone. pretty sure kb after something relates to sizes of pictures…
i literally just got out of the shower like, 20 minutes ago.
my dad just asked me when i wanted to leave. .. when my hair is dry? duh. it’s fucking cold as hell outside. no way in hell am i leaving this house until my hair is dry. pretty sure he can wait two hours. they don’t close for another six anyway.
my grandma randomly told me i was beautiful and so was my sister and niece. and then we got on the topic of how i dress. apparently she used to be like me. makeup. skirts, skinny jeans. scarves. etc. kind of creepy, in a way.
and then she told me that she works with a 50 year old woman who’s a size two. apparently she told the woman she was disgusting. cue awkward moment with my grandma. if it were anyone else, i would have said something. but i was like. oh. that’s offensive. but you’re my grandma so i shouldn’t say anything.
so i decided to look up the black dahlia murder because jared and i were talking about it.
long story short, i mentioned the name dahlia. which then went to a HU song. then the murder.
they’ve been categorizing women as ‘victim material’ since ‘47. maybe even earlier. apparently some journalist was writing lies about her and people said it made her seem like someone who would be victim. though in this case it’s not rape. regardless. that’s a bit ridiculous.