I told my grand ma that I want to go out to the bars with my cousins and she gave me the speech about drinking responsibly and what happens when you become addicted to alcohol. Like. Are you FUCKING kidding me?? Because i want to go out to the bars when I’m in POLAND on MY vacation, you all of a sudden want to fucking lecture me?? Besides, it’s my fucking body, if I want to drink I fucking will. Don’t give me some fucking bullshit about the lady that lives a few floors up who should be an example of why I shouldn’t drink because I give no fucks about what you think I “should” be doing. In fact, Dorota drinks WAY more than me. Fuck that MY MOM drank more than me when she was in college. By your prude fucking standards, YOUR OWN FUCKING DAUGHTER is an alcoholic. GTFO and stop trying to control my fucking life.
Negative experience = because of your fat
Positive experience = in spite of your fat
Also: this is a fab post, but don’t read the comments. I cried.