dear god,
so, it is becoming increasingly clear that what you have in store is for me to become exactly like my mother.
in general, i don’t really have a problem with this. i love my mom. she is funny, kind, and extremely popular at parties.
i do, however, have one request: if i am to become exactly like her, which incidentally includes being absolutely bat-shit crazy, can it please wait a few years?
all i ask is for ten more years of relative sanity, lord, before i become a raging neurotic.
i don’t think that sounds like too much to ask. i went to catholic school for eight years, getting fear and shame down to a science, and applying that in my daily life. plus, i don’t wanna say you “owe me” anything, but what gives with my disproportionately large upper arms?
thank you, btw, for blessing me with a big, wonderful, fun, warm, caring family whom i love unconditionally. except when i’m PMSing or they call me before noon.
your loving, however gay and fornicating friend,
amanda-faye
so, if you’re going to be crazy as bat shit anyway in ten years, what’s the point of therapy??????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????
you little jerk.
you suck, you suck, you suck.
a nut, a nut, a nut.
Linda loves Nate.