08.23.08
for shiz!?
earson:
eyeson:
thoughton:
maybe this was my fault. i always try to consider all sides of a story, i really attempt to discern exactly where the wrong turn was taken and if i can't, i try to let it go gracefully. but holy FUCK, can my mother screw with me?
so 2 weeks ago my mother calls me at work and asks me about a birthday party for my child. i say specifically: i would not like to have a 'friend' party this year, i want to have a family only party please. she says but Z wants a 'friend' party? when are you off, when are you working? i let her know, i sigh, i grudgingly agree.
LITTLE DID I KNOW? i'm signing up to organize, to pay for, to decorate for, to do ALL the transportation of goods for, to clean for, to prepare my child for .. said party. OK, did i not just say an entry ago that i have negative cash flow? that i am hemorrhaging money? that this is perhaps NOT a good time to blow approximately $120 dollars i -don't- have on a fucking plastic flower placement and a fucking WALL-E cake? when i REALLY actually need food, gas, and oil?
so hey. i let mom know when this all finally comes into focus that i am far too poor for this adventure and it needs to be postponed. NO, no .. friends .. she pulls the money out of her wheelchair flattened ass for everything instead of postponing, because this would potentially hurt Z's feelings.
yes! yes, i get the balloons, i order the cake, i get the party favors, i decorate the house .. and o, o, here's the juicy barely 18 year old cherry on the cake, only 2 KIDS SHOW UP. are we surprised? it's labor day weekend, the last weekend before school starts in my town. so all of this money ..
k. now it's like 1/2 an hour later and i'm not so pissed .. but can't a girl catch a break?
written at 11:59 a.m.
