"The only way to deal with an unfree world is to become so absolutely free that your very existence is an act of rebellion."
- Albert Camus


You're about as original as your fake tan and as creative as your lame attempt at a half-baked fringe. You're about as confident in yourself as you are that your dress didn't come from a sweatshop and as socially functional as your seven-hundred-and-eighty-sixth facebook friend. You whole-heartedly believe 'like' is an acceptable sentence component, alcohol isn't a drug because it tastes sweet, and you live in a 'free country'. 


The silent 'h' in your name is nothing compared to the phonetically retarded way your going to spell your baby's name, and the fact that you're surname's hyphenated only shows what a true feminist your are of course. Men have no right to treat you as an object in that excuse for a dress unless they sponsor your vodka-rasberry fund, no better make that vodka-soda because it really matters when you get wasted and inhale three cheeseburgers.


You vote because you have to, you get excited about the amount of tax you got back and you sponsor a kid in Africa because...well you're not really sure. You're about as free as your parking and as aware as your pet goldfish that you're swimming in a glass bowl blissfully happy at the freedom you have to choose clockwise or anti-clockwise circles.