… “I’m fighting myself to get you out of my head.”
Things started making sense today. Even if I am so behind on my dress for homecoming. But that’s totally what tomorrow is for. :D
I was thinking about the practice of men who ask the father of their significant other for permission to marry today. That last sentence was terribly constructed, yeah. Isn’t the whole practice a bit degrading? It dates back to when the daughters were more or less traded off to another family. So, basically, the whole practice is centered around objectifying females- the men are asking whether they are allowed to hold onto the father’s property, right?
I don’t think these birth control meds are working. Thank Jeebus that I’m… not having sex.
I need to make my dress for homecoming badly, and I cannot- for the life of me- figure out how to make the dress I want! -dies-
… It’ll look a little like this.
Only with godets and not pleats. :D Hopefully?
