I seriously don't remember Wednesday whatsoever, besides the fact that mommy bought me donuts. And Marina, but I ate hers, too.
Thursday was our National Turkey Day of "thanks" and "giving". Pst. Fuck that.
But, they did it again. What is "it"? The most despicable thing you could ask me to do, besides maybe give Michael Jackson a blowjob. Yes, you heard me. I absolutely, positively, despise ... NO, LOATHE with a PASSION, to say Grace. My uncle, being the religious man he is, and I am NOT, thought it'd be so hilarious to trick me into saying Grace. Honey, I may be a child, but I'm not dumb. I can't be tricked.
Uncle: Let's say Grace
Me: Grace. Let's eat.
Uncle: Noo.. you have to say Grace.
Me: Have Marina do it.
Marina: No.
Uncle: How do you say Grace, Natalia?
Me: You say what you're thankful for.
Uncle: How do you say that?
Me: You just say what you're thankful for.Uncle: How?
Me: I DON'T FUCKING KNOW NOW LEAVE ME BE.
He thinks he's so smart -.-
And no, I didn't swear at him. That conversation is true . . . up
until my last sentence. But, I was very agrravated. My wonderful mother
could
see this, so she hushed him, THANK GOD!!!
Friday, I went over Jennifer's house with Mel and TJ. We watched The Butterfly Effect and Aston Kutcher REALLY isn't my favourite
person. The movie was fucked up, but had a nice concept.
After that, we went out for a little walk. Down the street. And
did not get raped by a deer (inside joke - true story)
Saturday I bumbed around on my ass.
and Today, like every Sunday, I went over my grandparents' house
for dinner. At noon. Dinner. At noon. Yeah. Long story short, I got very
irritated with every little thing my family did. They. All. Chew. With.
Their.
Mouths. Open.
And apparently, or at least according to my Uncle, a pair of
jeans, a tank-top, and a sweater means that I am walking around all over the
city HALF NUDE. Yes. Nude, I say. Or.. he says. Could someone PLEASE bang me
over the head with a shovel to put me out of my sweet misery.
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