Mother's Day

May 11, 2003 19:43

So, I took the suggestion of Adriana and did a quick photoshoot with H&M, then took my mother to dinner. I can't say I enjoyed it, though.

We finally get seated in our booth after forty minutes of waiting, and my mother starts analyzing me. She's always done it. She'll stare at you for a few minutes, and then start explaining why you're failing at something, or why you're not in a relationship. I sat there, quietly eating my salad, waiting for her to finish. After she finally finished that, she started explaining that I should not have left Victoria's Secret. What the fuck? My career isn't slipping. So, why now? She gave me this speech in '99 as well. I should have figured it'd come up again.

That kind of put a damper on my good mood, so the rest of the dinner, I was pretty under the weather. But if I hadn't of been in the mood I was in, it would have been okay. We joked, and she told me about Dad and what he had been up to the past couple of weeks.

A journal has spotted my eye. How could I not mention the lovable bastard?

And that's all for today, kids.
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