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Apr. 22nd, 2004 06:48 pmThe next time I am nominated for Ruler of the World I'm going to run, and I will win, because I have a mission. That mission is to pass a law that would require lettuce to be placed on the side of all sandwiches. Now, I love me some sandwiches just as much as I love my favorite people and things. (The difference between the two, by the way, is that I can regularly declare my love for sandwiches without fear; a lack of reply by a sandwich can be taken as an agreement, whereas by a person it's just embarassing.) But I tire of picking lettuce out of my sandwiches, getting my fingers all mayonnaise-y and stuff. I know I can ask for them to leave it off, but I'm a loser. My law would solve this problem.
Kelly bought me a crab sandwich today, and although I usually object to the springy texture of crab it was pretty good, all mayonnaise-and-tomato-y.
Further, my bonus was instead of a raise. Now, if it was just a one-time deal and she forgets, then that's a bummer. However, I'm not going to argue with the occasional slipping to me of a couple hundred in cash. But I still need a new job.
Hooray for me, also, because I finally changed my voter registration to the state of Washington from Florida. Now I just need to do the driver's liscense thing.
My mother sent me an email today about how if we want to stay with her when we go to Florida, we'll have to stay in seperate rooms. She went on about how I probably think that's hypocritical of her considering her past, but she's got a 15 year old to raise, and suchlike.
Now.
For one thing, I'm deciding more and more that I'd rather rip my teeth out with an eyelash curler than stay with my family on this trip. But I'm slowly becoming more and more offended by this email. I'm not sure about what offends me, precisely. The fact that the welfare of her new 15 year old is being considered more than the welfare of, you know, me when I was 15 ever was may be part of it. Possibly, I'm just tired, after having spoken also to my stepmother and my father in the last few days, of people presuming that they can predict my actions and thoughts and feelings.
I'm not sure.
But I'm stewing, and developing quite a bit of annoyed about the whole thing.
Kelly bought me a crab sandwich today, and although I usually object to the springy texture of crab it was pretty good, all mayonnaise-and-tomato-y.
Further, my bonus was instead of a raise. Now, if it was just a one-time deal and she forgets, then that's a bummer. However, I'm not going to argue with the occasional slipping to me of a couple hundred in cash. But I still need a new job.
Hooray for me, also, because I finally changed my voter registration to the state of Washington from Florida. Now I just need to do the driver's liscense thing.
My mother sent me an email today about how if we want to stay with her when we go to Florida, we'll have to stay in seperate rooms. She went on about how I probably think that's hypocritical of her considering her past, but she's got a 15 year old to raise, and suchlike.
Now.
For one thing, I'm deciding more and more that I'd rather rip my teeth out with an eyelash curler than stay with my family on this trip. But I'm slowly becoming more and more offended by this email. I'm not sure about what offends me, precisely. The fact that the welfare of her new 15 year old is being considered more than the welfare of, you know, me when I was 15 ever was may be part of it. Possibly, I'm just tired, after having spoken also to my stepmother and my father in the last few days, of people presuming that they can predict my actions and thoughts and feelings.
I'm not sure.
But I'm stewing, and developing quite a bit of annoyed about the whole thing.
