The Bane of my Existence.

Glitter.

I hate glitter.

I hate looking at it.
I hte touching it.

And I absolutely detest when my kids use it in their assignments. And by kids, I don't mean actual kids. I have not yet spawned any babies. I mean students. Even if my kids think I have kids because I've told them on several occasions that I have kids.

I don't have any kids.

Regardless.

I hate when they use glitter and I have to touch it and it goes everywhere and touches me and sticks to my face and my clothes. I feel as if I need to wash after I touch their sparkly things.

I hate it.

Truly.

Also, I hate the way it feels. Imagine scraping across a dried glitter pen with your nails.

Ew.

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