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Disney can totally kiss my ass. Barbie, Ken & her stupid plastic corvette too. Seriously.
As a kid you expect shit to go as planned: education, career, marriage, then kids, in that order. You meet your Prince Charming. He loves and respects you and never farts under the covers. He doesn’t need reminders to take out the trash. And he definitely doesn’t check out other Princesses’ asses. Ever. You live happily ever after. White picket fence, 2.5 kids and even have good ol’ Fido, or Rex, or whatever you end up naming your adorable little mutt.
But alas, it’s all fiction. And real life dishes out a nice heaping plate of disappointment with a super-sized side of heart break and two slices of what the fuck for dessert.
And this, my dear readers, is why yours truly has said “fuck this shit” and plopped myself on the celibacy couch.
CELIBACY….
Seems like the most logical choice…to absolutely no one except for me. And that, boys and girls, is the birthplace of The Jaded Chronicles…
Stay tuned.
– D.A.