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Q:What did the crop say ot the farmer?
A:"Why are you always picking on me!"
That's what I say to life.
I think I'm just lacking in inspiration. Maybe I should pick up some opium.
I haven't been home since winter break... a little more than two months. I don't care, either. But I figure as long as I maintain some financial dependence upon them I should respect their requests... specifically, that I return home this weekend. If for no other reason, I'll do it because my hunny is returning on Saturday! But the notion of seeing my family just makes me blue. I don't appreciate their underestimating Andy, their relative lack of contact or overt concern for me, nor am I looking forward to feigning empathy with Manda. I'm sorry, I have too much going on myself.
And my grandparents. How I love them. But grandma knows... she knows now, I know it. Ever since the hotel incident... furthermore, she recognizes my intentions to move in with Kyle. And while she claims she will not disown me, she has made it clear that I will "break her heart" and be found guilty of imprudence in the court of God at Judgment Day. Well, I know I'd be found guilty of a lot of things in any court anywhere, but I'm really dreading our inevitable "talk."
What to do, what to do.
Damn it feels good to be gangsta.
A:"Why are you always picking on me!"
That's what I say to life.
I think I'm just lacking in inspiration. Maybe I should pick up some opium.
I haven't been home since winter break... a little more than two months. I don't care, either. But I figure as long as I maintain some financial dependence upon them I should respect their requests... specifically, that I return home this weekend. If for no other reason, I'll do it because my hunny is returning on Saturday! But the notion of seeing my family just makes me blue. I don't appreciate their underestimating Andy, their relative lack of contact or overt concern for me, nor am I looking forward to feigning empathy with Manda. I'm sorry, I have too much going on myself.
And my grandparents. How I love them. But grandma knows... she knows now, I know it. Ever since the hotel incident... furthermore, she recognizes my intentions to move in with Kyle. And while she claims she will not disown me, she has made it clear that I will "break her heart" and be found guilty of imprudence in the court of God at Judgment Day. Well, I know I'd be found guilty of a lot of things in any court anywhere, but I'm really dreading our inevitable "talk."
What to do, what to do.
Damn it feels good to be gangsta.