La cœur a ses raisons que la raison ne connaît point numéro deux


	December 21, 2005

"Three Peaches" - Neutral Milk Hotel

Being with my mother is very often a trying experience.

It's not trying in the 'control the urge to strangle her' sense but it's trying in the 'control the urge to shoot myself in the head' sense. I suppose you could say that she's got an air about her that screams: 'bitch please.' Now, this usually isn't so bad since most people who bitch a lot are usually wrong or just complaining or lamenting fate or something stupid like that. But it really sucks when everything that the person bitches about is true.

You know that saying about how parents are always right?

Or wait, maybe that one was about customers.

But in any case, my parents are always right (except for when it comes to calculus homework). Now, I suppose that I wouldn't have an issue with how right they were all the time if it weren't for how they are right. It's like quartering and capital punishment, incest and premarital relations, Victoria's Secret and your mother. It wouldn't be so bad if they didn't belch out their righteousness like Christian Crusaders plundering Muslim campsites.

But I digress.

Being with my mother is trying because she's demanding. And communist. And her grandfather was a polygamist.

Wait. That doesn't have anything to do with this.

Anyway, my mom was just rambling about how I'm eighteen, talentless, and minimum wageless, which, is correct. Then I thought that I'd play crack heroine for the day and stick up for myself by telling her that I can design and code websites. Even I'd have to admit that that's pretty damn pathetic to be calling a talent~~, but I really didn't want her to know about how I'm the best Asian porn star this side of the Great Divide~~.

Then mom perked up and told me to make money off of my 'talent.' Now, lots of people do this, yes, and, I guess it wouldn't be so bad to sell layouts if it weren't for the fact that the only thing I ever wanted to do with my life was sit around and watch gay men go at it like rabbits who have just gotten back from an asexual reproduction seminar. I have little to no desire to fill orders pertaining to some teenager's emo ass obsessions.

"Oh Conor Oberst, I love you because I'm so pathetic and ugly that no one that is within a 12 kilometer radius will date me so I am reduced to masturbating to your voice while I order this super sexy and trendy layout of you from some poor Asian immigrant chick."

But that's only on a good day, I suppose.

In my current situation, with my incredible drive to be recognised by the prestigous online society of teenagers with no lives, I will probably not get any orders all.

Hasn't everyone heard? Sweatshop employment is uncool, online or offline. Don't hire this girl! With her Asian heritage and immigrant background, that's practically as bad as drinking tea and eating slave laborers with white supremicists.

Actually, it's probably just that I don't want to come to terms with the fact that I suck and no one would purchase from me.

But still, like they say: "Denial is the first step to schizophrenia."


	lettres d'amour

My mom and I dont get along much. Sometimes, she makes me hate myself because of words she call me and it's very insulting on my part. So i wouldn't expect we could get along when we go shopping. But anyway, good luck with everything. :]


	Kaye

your blogging style = lmfao!

candice

I don't know why parents keep on putting their children down and expect them to do something out of it with their constant ramblings. I'd know from experience. Good luck with everything.

Melissa

my family members have encouraged me to make money off of my love of webdesign but they don't understand that the market for that "talent" is saturated and i enjoy it because i don't HAVE to do it. anyway, i hope that things will (somehow) improve with your mom.

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