Aug 15, 2008 20:34
I inherited this annoying love-handles from my dad's side of the family, I know everybody is like, "yeah right lazy ass, just workout and it wouldn't be there." But seriously everybody has them. And I work my ass off and eat right/light. Some people think I starve and that's not true, I just don't eat huge plates of food.
ANYWAYS...she pinched my side and called me fat. (in farsi)
I was so pissed because I haven't been as skinny as I am now since I was broke and really starving.
She gave me pearls and gold, then asked me about some gold charms she gave me ages ago and I was like their in a box. (she knows I hate pearls and gold..not to be a selfish bitch but SILVER is cheaper...and I hate gaudy jewelery and the color pink)
It was like my grandmother loves everything I hate. Then she wants me to have it and cherish it. But I'm not Muslim, I hate the sound of Farsi, I have a dog (which is dirty), I hate persian rugs, I hate that my last name stopped me from being a commercial pilot in a time of war, I hate being completely covered (head to toe), and I hate rosewater.
I don't hate her...just everything she's about.