UPDATE ON MY
LIFE: I ate five popsicles yesterday.
My dog is
literally the cutest thing in the world. He walks and talks sass and doesn't take crap from
anybody.
You know
what I am wondering?? Where do boogers come from? Cause they just end up in
your nose and it just makes me wonder, how did they get there???? ONE SEC LET ME
GOOGLE IT. They come from dried up mucus in your head. How fascinating.
This is the
time of year when yearbooks are signed. And literally every single message looks the same,
“Hey Brooke!
We have so much fun in (insert activity/class you did with the person)!
Remember that one (small insignificant event, that for some reason keeps
getting brought up)! OH MY GOSH LIKE IF WE DON’T HAVE (insert class/activity)
NEXT YEAR I AM GOING TO (insert strong emotion. Such as: RAGE! DEATH! SAD!) We
have got to (insert form of communication) this Summer! Love you, (insert name)
Ladies and
gentleman, I refuse to give into the conformity. Below you will find what I write
on peoples yearbooks, because I refuse to succumb to society’s pressures.
“It takes a
person to build a village. Be the village. –Brooke”
“Remember
that one time when we went streaking? –Brooke”
“Asian
children everywhere look to you. –Brooke”
“Let’s be
honest, I am better than you. –Brooke”
“You’re a
whore. –Brooke”
“Be the
conformity that you want to see in the world. –Brooke”
“Do I know you? –Brooke”
STOP WITH
THE CONFORMITY PEOPLE. Become your own person and sign yearbooks like you have
never signed them before.
YOU ARE
WELCOME.
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