Do you not know I am a woman? When I think, I must speak. says Rosalind in a moment of love’s despair in Shakespeare’s As you like it, disguised as a man.
And even though so much time has passed since the Bard wrote that, it is still true. Anywhere I am today, despite how I dislike being stereotyped as the has too many shoes and takes a long time in the bathroom type, I can’t help but say what I think. Even when it’s irrelevant.
A tend and befriend response.
now if only girls meant what they said… =/
i totally suffer from diarrhea of the brain, or cranial sluttishness, in conversations — i think it and it’s already out of my mouth, making a wet mess.