Jul 31, 2006 12:27
So, unsurprisingly, my doppelganger has been wanting to spend 'quality twin time' with me because of it being our birthday.
(Read: She'll leave us alone for another six months after this)
So, after having a brilliant day at the company picnic, including winning a telly and cursing at bingo, we head into Reading to see the sister. Can you tell how thrilled I was?
While we stopped at Wal-Mart and got a card I plucked up some courage (from Circe knows where) and asked Da if he was giving her the same amount of money he spends on me for my birthday, and I told him why I felt it was unfair. Apparently, he realises this, but has always given her the same and doesn't want her family to think he's slighting her.
Oh. Now I feel stupid. Of course it has something to do with how we're viewed and people's standards of us, even if the people in question are regurgitated pond scum--and that's being charitable.
When we got to the party everyone insisted on hugging me, while I tried valiantly to look pleasant and not vomit on them. Even Becky's mum hugged me and kissed my cheek, the bitch, even though she's been avoiding me since the email incident a few years ago.
After socialising a bit, Becky decided to pull me away for a walk and a smoke. Honestly, I wonder how we could be more different sometimes. She doesn't like noise and quiet is a deadly weapon to me.
So during this walk she gabbed on about how she couldn't ever believe her parents would ever give up one of their kids for adoption.
Right. And any logical person is supposed to believe the Lifetime Movie of the Week story they fed us? Stolen from a hospital my arse.
After suffering through another hour of party crap, we left, but Becky made sure to monopolise some time the next day. Great, just what i wanted...more time with my beloved twin sister.
Sunday was up and down. After church Granny and I tried to use the Manic Panic Virgin Snow on my bleached hair and it didn't work, so quite sadly, I'm still blond.
After that we met up with the doppelganger again and went to the mall. Again with the major differences: she can't stand chocolate or coffee. Now I know I'm insane, but they need to look this chick up in the funny farm.
I spent a few more hours with Becky and da and then, thankfully, went home to the Covenstead, quite sad that I had missed most of Breakfast at Tiffany's after watching the beginning after church.
Good news about the mall trip? I got a new collar! ^.^ It had a stupid cherry charm on it, but I took that off quite quickly. This one is black velvet, like my pyramid-studded ones, but has a little silver triangle bracket which holds a ring that drops onto my throat. It's pretty, and comfy too, which is good, considering I always sleep with a collar on, it gives me more ooptions for night-time.
Oh and my sister can't stand jewellery that isn't bracelets. Hmmm...barmy bint.
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