I’m sorry if you think this is a bit childish/OOC for Juliet, but I always pictured her as a big kid. A big kid, with an unrealistic Long Island accent, but a kid nonetheless 😉 I don’t own her, Weight Watchers, Jenga, Swiss people (nor their cheese), pushpins (oh, how I wish) or the other-3-million-miles-of-the-Earth.
There’s this map on the wall.
It’s a map of the whole wide world.
And kids say “big, wide world”, and you’re like “aww”, but, when you think about it, that thing needs Weight Watchers or something because it’s way to heavy for its height.
And, because of that, you’d think there’d be plenty of room on our fat-ass Earth, and that people who said that it was small world were the ones on hemp.
But, of course not! No, there isn’t enough space on over three million miles of land and water. And, of course, the other side of the world is so freaking far away that a little sister can’t visit her big brother, or the woman who raised her, or the man she was in love wi-
Oops. Cat escaped, eh? So, what, the little immigrant misses Mum, Dom and Arty? You got a problem?
I will wrestle you! No, seriously, call me a weak girl or a dumb blonde and I will drop kick down to Venezuela.
I miss them . . .
All I can do is stare at this freaking, fat-ass map of the world and wonder:
Can I tunnel to Ireland?
No, really. Like, when kids say “I’M GONNA DIG A HOLE TO CHINA!” Can I do a hole to Ireland?