Another January 15th, another year survived.
Jan. 15th, 2009
Jan. 12th, 2009
Three more days until I turn 17, and my mother decided it was time to call me and say how sorry she was that I'd made it all the way through sweet 16 without ever being kissed.
I mean really. Do mothers pay attention at all? First of all, I reject the idea of "sweet". Second, just because I don't feel the need to drag home every abusive bastard I meet like my sister does, doesn't mean I haven't been kissed. I just don't need to broadcast it on the public news or stand up at family gatherings to make announcements. Geez. Probably just better to leave her in the dark, though, or God only knows what she'd decide she had to talk to me about then.
On the other hand, birthday loot is arriving. From Mom and the jerk comes a guilt trip about how they can't send me much because it's just three weeks after Christmas and how if Cam and I'd been born at a more reasonable time (like oh, staying in the womb until we were supposed to come out five weeks later than we did) it would be easier on them. How am I supposed to be responsible for when we were born, Mom? I wonder if she gives Cam that same guilt trip or if I'm special since I'm five minutes older.
Anyway. Between money from them and a gift card from Cam, I was able to order the camera I've been wanting. Not the video one -- that's got to wait. But I got a halfway decent digital SLR and it should be here this week. Can't wait. And none of you are safe. It's a gadget and it's mine all mine to play with, so be ready.
I sent Cam a gift certificate to her favorite store. And she gave me the best prezzie ever -- she dumped that jerk she brought home for Christmas on his ass, which was good news. He spent the whole time ordering her around, telling her to get him things, making sure she didn't spend any time anywhere except with him. And she wouldn't listen to anything, telling me how good he was and bringing her roses all the time and how sweet he could be. I guess she learned different (and how isn't a discussion for a public forum like this). So good for her; I got my wish. It's not that I don't want Cam happy. Thing is, I do, and frankly, either men suck, or her taste in men sucks, or both for all I know. Present company excepted; I like all of you guys.
I mean really. Do mothers pay attention at all? First of all, I reject the idea of "sweet". Second, just because I don't feel the need to drag home every abusive bastard I meet like my sister does, doesn't mean I haven't been kissed. I just don't need to broadcast it on the public news or stand up at family gatherings to make announcements. Geez. Probably just better to leave her in the dark, though, or God only knows what she'd decide she had to talk to me about then.
On the other hand, birthday loot is arriving. From Mom and the jerk comes a guilt trip about how they can't send me much because it's just three weeks after Christmas and how if Cam and I'd been born at a more reasonable time (like oh, staying in the womb until we were supposed to come out five weeks later than we did) it would be easier on them. How am I supposed to be responsible for when we were born, Mom? I wonder if she gives Cam that same guilt trip or if I'm special since I'm five minutes older.
Anyway. Between money from them and a gift card from Cam, I was able to order the camera I've been wanting. Not the video one -- that's got to wait. But I got a halfway decent digital SLR and it should be here this week. Can't wait. And none of you are safe. It's a gadget and it's mine all mine to play with, so be ready.
I sent Cam a gift certificate to her favorite store. And she gave me the best prezzie ever -- she dumped that jerk she brought home for Christmas on his ass, which was good news. He spent the whole time ordering her around, telling her to get him things, making sure she didn't spend any time anywhere except with him. And she wouldn't listen to anything, telling me how good he was and bringing her roses all the time and how sweet he could be. I guess she learned different (and how isn't a discussion for a public forum like this). So good for her; I got my wish. It's not that I don't want Cam happy. Thing is, I do, and frankly, either men suck, or her taste in men sucks, or both for all I know. Present company excepted; I like all of you guys.