Frightening Things Said


My Soap-Operatic Life

"Americans are broad-minded people. They'll accept the fact that a person can be an alcoholic, a dope fiend, a wife beater, and even a newspaperman, but if a man doesn't drive there's something wrong with him." -Art Buchwald
(Again, no linked pictures, etc. Sorry)

Not much happened today:


Told Dad to tell Uncle Bruce (he went over there for piano lessons) that I wanted driving lessons, and he started going on about getting my permit again, etc, etc. I really don't want to bother yet, actually. Everyone else I know learned before they even GOT their permits, and they like to drive, why bother with legality? It's a pain.

Then he goes, "You gotta show me how much you wanna drive, you gotta really want it." And I said, "Well . . . uh, I don't at all, so . . . " This is going to suck.


Dad also mentioned the possibility- and I'm having a hard time believing this one, but let's hope- of going to Hawaii for our vacation this year. Frankly, I can't believe this one after all the "we can't afford anything" 's this year, but "we'll see." The scary part is he mentioned this being "the last one." The last vacation ever? Yikes, yikes, yikes.

Anna called today, and let me tell you, her brother is a dickhead. He kept messing with the phone and listening to the conversation . . . I am so glad I'm an only child. She's also fed up with hickland and claims she'll never be back after this summer. Oh, how I wish I could say the same.

I miss having free access. I miss having free access. I miss having free access. Parents are pains in the ass. E-mail gr3ruth@pacbell.net


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