one might think that after one became less busy they would have more downtime to spend on things like the suicide girls website.
no dice.
between my trepidation in going back to nuevo york for christmas (with the boyfriend in tow), my newfound time with said boyfriend, and christmas shopping, wrapping and cleaning, i haven't had a lick of time to myself.
1) i don't want to go home for christmas. i don't want to talk to my wench of a sister, and my passive agressive mother, and my manipulative father. if it were just me, the boyfriend and my brother, things would be totally cool, and i could completely dig on that. plus, the entire idea of flying on a tiny tiny airplane for an hour and forty five minutes in the snow during the holiday season just is enough to piss me off. and we still haven't bought my brother's present yet.
2) you see, my mother has body image issues. not a day goes by when i am at home with her (or she is here with me) where she complains about my weight, my appearance, my clothing, my stance, everything. she even complains about the way i make coffee. the thing is, i have lost a pants size and a half since i last saw her, and i know she'll still complain. and i don't need that. no one needs that. and it pisses me off.
3) my father wants everyone to think that he's cool when, all the while he has forgotten about you and that's why he hasn't called you back because he's been spending time with his girlfriend.
4) and my sister plays the both of them like a tuba.
and this is what i go home to. i'll take right wing christians and unhappy mothers any day of the week.
no dice.
between my trepidation in going back to nuevo york for christmas (with the boyfriend in tow), my newfound time with said boyfriend, and christmas shopping, wrapping and cleaning, i haven't had a lick of time to myself.
1) i don't want to go home for christmas. i don't want to talk to my wench of a sister, and my passive agressive mother, and my manipulative father. if it were just me, the boyfriend and my brother, things would be totally cool, and i could completely dig on that. plus, the entire idea of flying on a tiny tiny airplane for an hour and forty five minutes in the snow during the holiday season just is enough to piss me off. and we still haven't bought my brother's present yet.
2) you see, my mother has body image issues. not a day goes by when i am at home with her (or she is here with me) where she complains about my weight, my appearance, my clothing, my stance, everything. she even complains about the way i make coffee. the thing is, i have lost a pants size and a half since i last saw her, and i know she'll still complain. and i don't need that. no one needs that. and it pisses me off.
3) my father wants everyone to think that he's cool when, all the while he has forgotten about you and that's why he hasn't called you back because he's been spending time with his girlfriend.
4) and my sister plays the both of them like a tuba.
and this is what i go home to. i'll take right wing christians and unhappy mothers any day of the week.
yup, that's the reason why you move out and in my case away, very far away... Then you only have to deal with the crazy fam on major holidays. I was blessed with super-cool older sister though, so I can't wait to see her next week.
SO they took off points for knowing the answer to the Duran question? lame... very lame...