Born Wrong
March 2, 2011God messed up…
When making the Samantha mold he dropped it. And it broke.
He swept up the pieces, applied some guerrilla glue & cello tape, said “fuck it” and sent it onto package & delivery.
And it was okay, I mean, it WAS Gods work. But one thing was off.
He made me a girl.
God, did he fuck up.
And the bitch about it is, he didn’t have the common courtesy to wipe my mind of the I’m-supposed-to-be-a-boy reminders.
God’s such a dick sometimes.
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