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I'm thankful for:

God, Family, Friends

milkshakes and toe rings

gift cards and flexible return policies

jesse mccartney and all of my other embarrassing guilty pleasures

music, talent and guitars

mailmen and college acceptance letters

highschool, pep rallies and spirit week

best friends, boyfriends and childhood friends

popsicles, beaches and vacations

new york, atlanta and hollywood

robby pat and edward cullen

sunny days and thunderstorms

pencils and paper (and 50 packs of markers)

and finally,

fabulous authors, hours of horseback riding and guitar strained fingers.

To everyone, Happy Thanksgiving! Enjoy your awesome, disfunctional, healthy, loving, frustrating family, relish the awkward hugs from family members whose names you forget, laugh with strangers and eat lots and lots of delicious food. (:

   I have a problem with others of my sex. I don't dislike them for our disgusting gossip, how obnoxious we are when we want attention or even how we spend hours in front of the mirror dissecting our bodies like its our job.

I hate us because of what we do to those we care about.

Why is it that we always treat someone like they are our best friend, but once they leave the room we decide that it would be a good idea to go about spreading gossip, critiquing their clothes or backstabbing them?

WTF.

We should have a little more compassion. Class. Respect for ourselves. Pride in our actions.

While some may think I'm being a little harsh, I think I'm saying what everyone else is afraid to:

Stop being bitches and have some decency.