The battle raged on.

Mar 14, 2007 13:42

Spring break has been nice and uneventful and completely and totally sober.
I'm at mi padre's.
Yesterday my dad, my baby sister and I went to the grocery store. Whenever just the three of us are out in public we get some of the strangest looks. While I don't look my age I certainly don't look old enough to have any kids, and am clearly a teenager by the way I dress and speak, but people are always assuming the worst.
My first concern is, "oh great they think I'm a slut" then whenever my sister starts crying, "Oh great now they think I'm a bad mother and a slut."
But its okay because I got some blueberry muffins.

I'm a little more than two thirds of the way through Atlas Shrugged and I've come to the conclusion that while Ayn Rand had some good/interesting ideas, she was also kind of a douche...Although, I can see how being subjected to near starvation because of the communists in Russia would give you an extremely pro-capitalist view of the world.
I've been reading that book for way too fucking long.

I don't know when I'm going back to my mom's. She's going to a shrink now and apparently has post traumatic stress disorder or something and so its okay that she's irresponsible, flighty and emotionally crippled.
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