eleventh glamour
We should hold some kind of baby pageant. Not your typical big hair big dress Jonbenet Ramsey type pageant. More like, who has the weirdest kid or something, with a special award to the worst parents.
Just a thought for next year, I guess. That way people don't freak out if their kid has some special power or looks fuckin' ugly or, I'unno, starts walking on the ceiling like mine does--
[Dictated slightly away from the journal]
No. How many fucking times, May? You spray that shit at me again and you can forget that ice cream daddy promised you. Jesus Christ.
Just a thought for next year, I guess. That way people don't freak out if their kid has some special power or looks fuckin' ugly or, I'unno, starts walking on the ceiling like mine does--
[Dictated slightly away from the journal]
No. How many fucking times, May? You spray that shit at me again and you can forget that ice cream daddy promised you. Jesus Christ.