My hopes have been dashed against the rocky shores of reality once again...
I hate it when mothers buy their 6 year old daughters pink ponchos. I hate it when those mothers can't decide what to wear, so they ask their husband's friends if the white mini skirt "looks like a tennis skirt," and if she should wear it. I love it when an adult woman with three grown kids throws a fit about her husband "stealing pictures from her so she doesn't have any small ones left!" I love that when I walk into their house, they have reggae blaring through the speakers. I love it when people never grow out of being fucking vain. People never ever grow up. Never. Why? Why must I have to babysit for a family such as this? A family whose children listen to no one, not even their parents because their fucking TV is larger than Jesus and it's just that much more important, too. The only good thing is that they have cookie dough pop tarts. I think they're new. They just came out?
Why did her mother have to corrupt her with the pink poncho already?
...and I had such high hopes for this lifetime.
Why did her mother have to corrupt her with the pink poncho already?
...and I had such high hopes for this lifetime.