| Pink is evil. We all know my views on that. It's a standard so many of my friends have come to accept. But, now it's changed. There has been a time lapse. Hell has frozen over. The Canucks have won the Stanley Cup. Pigs are teaching us to fly. I have found my long lost love. Shannon has grown taller than 5 feet. Yeah, that's right. I now own something that's pink that I love. Isn't that evil? And you wonder, how could this have happened? Where did we go wrong? I mean, I thought my standards were high.. .sure, they fell a bit, when I bought a pink sarong. But I only wore it once, to match a top, and this was two years ago.. And then, last year, I got pink slippers for my birthday. Pink fuzzy slippers. Once again my standards fell a bit. I mean, come on, fuzzy slippers?! Who cares what the color is!! And then it happened. IT. Christmas comes, and my dad gave me a pink shirt. I know. It shouldn't matter, it's pink. Return it. Give it away. Use it for rags. I had planned to give it to Shannon, for her birthday; I mean, she would like it, and I'd never worn it. And then, I tried it on. And wore it for a whole day. And I liked it. Isn't that crazy? It looks kind of like a sweater/shirt, if that makes sense. I mean, it's got a hood, its not tight fitting but it does go to my waist, it somehow reminds me of a peasant top, but it's not. It's got tie things at the top, at the neck, and long cool sleeves. I don't know, it's hard to explain. But all that doesn't matter. What does matter, is that I LIKE it! I'm keeping a pink shirt! Isn't that wrong of me? I don't want a pink shirt. It's against everything I stand for! And yet, Novak let herself fall in love.. so you know, whatever. I'm allowed a pink shirt. It's a wierd sensation. You know? I mean... what is everyone from school going to think of this? And after I say such things like, "Pink is evil, I would never wear it, blah blah blah" Isn't that awful? What will I do? Ack. Do you think they'll notice? |
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