Sunday, July 13, 2008
Horrid day, and it's only 4pm.
It was embarrassing because I had a crying jag in a restuarant. It was a pretty upscale one and the waitresses didn't look too happy about it, probably because they're afraid of image. You know - the food there sucks so bad that patrons break down and cry, or something like that. They can thank my mom for that, anyway. Hasn't she ever noticed that the only person who makes me cry is herself, even though I've met lots of mean people throughout my 17 years?
She wasn't too happy about it either, because there were a lot of people and her image was getting shot down too. You know, like, people might point and say, 'Oh God, what a horrid mother, she makes her kids cry in public.' Even though it is true. When I say 'she wasn't too happy', it is an understatement.
i thought the world of you
3:57 PM
