I'm not sure if I'm a troll.

So I spotted some not-so-well-hidden racism goin' down on my Facebook feed, and I played stupid about it until someone actually said "Kwanzaa is just for black people" and I sprung. But willful ignorance ruled the day, even if I got someone obviously upset. So I wondered: I was bored and decided to play with some people, culminating in the ruffling of feathers. Did I just troll? It wasn't conscious, and I'm not sure I got sadistic pleasure from it, but it seems like trolling. Hmmm.

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In other news, I got my skates today! They're still at the store because the guy who sharpens them isn't in until tomorrow or Thursday, so I figure I'll go back Friday and they'll be ready. I don't need them until next weekend anyway. And since I have such tiny feet, I got kid-size skates so I was able to save a few bucks, and they'll be worth the investment in four trips to The Pond. Merry Christmas, self!

The family is still here, though, so as of eighteen minutes ago, I lost my bet against myself. Seriously, though, this is gonna be Day Four. What even is the purpose anymore?

OKAY I JUST GOT TO THE RED WEDDING. WHAT THE ABSOLUTE FUCK DID I JUST READ. I was gasping audibly on the bus ride home, whoops.