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Apr. 20th, 2003 05:33 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kay_gmdI've got his idea for a series of short stories. Here's my intro, and I'm thinking of doing each story as a letter to her mom. Please feel free to comment however you like. If someone would like to check my valley girl I'd apreciate that.
"Office Wars or Bright New World
OH-MY_GOD!
Daddy had a heart attack, and now Momma is all like having a hissy fit. Now, Daddy's alive and recovering perfectly well, but that wouldn't calm down. She's so totally spastic. Like Daddy might some day like really die or something. He knows he has to live forever to take care of me. Momma is convinced that some day I will have to take care of myslef, like I couldn't get half a dozen boys to do it for me.
She would not stop pestering me. It was ruining perfectly good pedicures and spa secsions. I could not go anywhere with her for fear that she would bring it up in public. My friends parents are sain. Moffy's mother wouldn't think of nagging her. Jenna's parents practically worship the ground she walks on. I get stuck with the parents who think I should be practical, as if I don't have anything better to do.
So to get her to back off I agreed to THE DEAL. I hafta find like a full time job, and keep it for a whole year. I'll be like 25 by then. A whole precious year wasted. I'll be like old when this is over. So I wasn't really going to do it. Like my Momma's not thebrightest bulb in the box. So I totally talk up that I'm looking for something, I even buy one of those dirty newspapers, did you know they come out every day. I figure Momma will forget, and I can go back to reality.
But she totally kept at it. After a week she sat me down to "talk strategy". I was like "Don't have a heart attack, something'll come up." I slipped that in thinking she'd totally tangent on Daddy, and I could just avoid their wing for a few days, why can't parents confine affection to the bedroom, but she skipped right past it. I'm avoiding their wing just to be on the safe side.
"Dear job's don't just fall into your lap there are things..." I think she stayed on this topic for a whole hour, I'm not sure 'cuz while she was talking I noticed a flaw in my pinky polish, and spent the time debating whether to return with the damage polish as proof, or have it fixed first by a stylist who can do pinkies, and just have my friends boycott Libby's.
Anyway this was obviouly not going away. So I got a manicure, I could not be seen with that pinky, and actually like looked for a job. I don't know what Momma was all worried about I've got like two interviews already, and you know they're gonna be dying to have me. Who wouldn't."
Thanks
"Office Wars or Bright New World
OH-MY_GOD!
Daddy had a heart attack, and now Momma is all like having a hissy fit. Now, Daddy's alive and recovering perfectly well, but that wouldn't calm down. She's so totally spastic. Like Daddy might some day like really die or something. He knows he has to live forever to take care of me. Momma is convinced that some day I will have to take care of myslef, like I couldn't get half a dozen boys to do it for me.
She would not stop pestering me. It was ruining perfectly good pedicures and spa secsions. I could not go anywhere with her for fear that she would bring it up in public. My friends parents are sain. Moffy's mother wouldn't think of nagging her. Jenna's parents practically worship the ground she walks on. I get stuck with the parents who think I should be practical, as if I don't have anything better to do.
So to get her to back off I agreed to THE DEAL. I hafta find like a full time job, and keep it for a whole year. I'll be like 25 by then. A whole precious year wasted. I'll be like old when this is over. So I wasn't really going to do it. Like my Momma's not thebrightest bulb in the box. So I totally talk up that I'm looking for something, I even buy one of those dirty newspapers, did you know they come out every day. I figure Momma will forget, and I can go back to reality.
But she totally kept at it. After a week she sat me down to "talk strategy". I was like "Don't have a heart attack, something'll come up." I slipped that in thinking she'd totally tangent on Daddy, and I could just avoid their wing for a few days, why can't parents confine affection to the bedroom, but she skipped right past it. I'm avoiding their wing just to be on the safe side.
"Dear job's don't just fall into your lap there are things..." I think she stayed on this topic for a whole hour, I'm not sure 'cuz while she was talking I noticed a flaw in my pinky polish, and spent the time debating whether to return with the damage polish as proof, or have it fixed first by a stylist who can do pinkies, and just have my friends boycott Libby's.
Anyway this was obviouly not going away. So I got a manicure, I could not be seen with that pinky, and actually like looked for a job. I don't know what Momma was all worried about I've got like two interviews already, and you know they're gonna be dying to have me. Who wouldn't."
Thanks
