Yes, she is! I was in a really depressed mood, so I decided to beg my mom to bring me here.
My mom is, by the way, a b***h. She walks in complaining that I'm miserable because I'm not beaming around the room. She continues to do so as she bustles around the kitchen, making dinner preperations. She asks me why I'm standing in the pantry with my arms crossed. I tell her I'm standing there because the pantry is a room in my house, and I always stand with my arms crossed. Why aren't you meeting my eyes when I talk to you? I never look people in the eyes when they speak, Mom. Well, that's just rude. It's not acceptable, Audra.
She goes on to point out various flaws that I am already aware I posess. Then, she tells me to stop pouting around and some other things. Then she turns to little David and says, "Let's take the little witch to the house so I don't have to look at her anymore." As though I'm not in the room. Sitting right there at the table.
Well, Mom. I'm sorry for existing.
Audra Connolly · Mon May 19, 2008 @ 11:35pm · 1 Comments |