Monday, December 13, 2004

I think I'm psycho. If I am, I get it from my mother. But I think my sister got most of the psycho gene.

Couple things that I've been thinking about:

1. Why do girls have to try harder than guys? The other day was my last day at Mabry, and I made cookies and brownies for the kids. All the girls wanted the small cookies while the boys wanted the biggest ones. These are freakin' middle schoolers! Why do they care so much about body image? I'll tell you why - FREAKIN' BRITTANY SPEARS AND HER FAKE-ASS, BARBIE-LIKE, I DON'T EAT ANYTHING BUT LETTUCE AND TUNA BODY. *ahem*....as I was saying, that whole thing got me thinking about how f***ed up society is, and I feel very sorry for all those poor children who are being born into it.
And on top of that, you know what my mom said to me today? She said, "You know, you should really start wearing make-up. You're at that age now." Would she be saying anything like that to me if I were a boy? I mean, obviously most boys don't wear make-up, but you know what I mean. I don't think she'd give a damn.
So here's what I've decided. I'm not gonna wear make-up on a regular basis until Andrew does (and that's Andrew Parsons, not Andrew Kang, because Andrew Kang might actually start wearing make-up (hehe...I love you, gurl!)).

2. I really suck at decorating cookies.

3. I need a nose job.

4. I also need a boob job.

5. Damnit, I'm falling into that whole "body image" thing.

6. I'm stupid.

1 comment:

Victor said...

Oh I know what you mean... I look around and see all the pretty people and say to myself "Victor... why arnt you more pretty like them?" then I go back to eating my Big Mac in my mismatched clothes and remember its because I dont give a damn. So the moral of this story is that McDonalds makes your troubles go away... man... Im hungry again...