palace guard
girl scout cookies
Maybe one day I’ll have it fixed. Until then, it’s bookcase decoration. :) A lot better than the wardrobe my grandma had it stuffed in.
la la la can’t hear you
I’m about sick of my maternal side of the family. Every single one of them, including my own mother. Why they all feel the need to thrive on drama I’ll never understand. Every single person in that family is like that, dating back to 19-aught-eleventy-twelve. It drives me crazy. I try to stay out of it because I don’t want to hear it. But my mother insists on dragging me into it. She needs to start dragging my brother into it; why is he getting off scot-free? The bastard, ha ha!
It’s been this way for-freaking-ever and it’s never going to change. I came to terms with that long ago. Therefore, I do not talk to any of them unless I need to. It works because I usually only have to see or talk to them once a year. Our little part of the family isn’t usually invited to anything else because we’re Godless heathens, or something like that. Works perfectly for me because I don’t feel need to be treated as a second-class citizen in my own family by two-faced assholes.
Where was I going with this? Oh right, my mother called a few minutes ago to “tell me what she did.” What did she do? Stirred up a bunch of shit like usual. You can’t bitch about someone doing something you hate and then in the next breath do EXACTLY what you’re bitching about. Someone has to stop the cycle.
I don’t know how many times I have to tell her I don’t want to hear about it. Maybe I should start talking to her only once a year.
rough
“friends”
You know, if you want to be my friend, be my damn friend. Being my friend includes being a friend during ALL seasons; not just during the summer when you want to use my pool. You are allowed to call me up on a cloudy day, I promise.
And really, you can be seen in public with me. You don’t always have to hang out at my house. I didn’t suddenly become grotesquely deformed or ugly or anything. Same old me…just a little more agitated because you feel the need to ignore me for months on end only to call me up when the sun comes out.
If you continue to call me up only on bright-sunny-hot days, I’m going to continue not answering the phone.