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Hi, I'm still a child when it comes to mail, and I love receiving it (from friends, you know, but even my bank statements are exciting because I get to see how much (or not) my bank accounts have grown. So there's that!). I got two interesting pieces of mail today.
The first was from Baruch. Curious, I opened it. It's dated October 30 and addressed to "All Benefit Eligible Employees." But if the new payroll started on July 1, then how am I still...? Does this mean I can get the rest of my money, because that'd be super-nice.
The second wasn't quite a piece of mail, but it was a card addressed to me, in my mother's handwriting. Oh no. The message inside was something like "I ask about your life because I love you." That's great, but let's be frank: you say you love me, but you don't care about me. You love me because you think you have to. I mean, you won't even listen to things I have to say unless it's during a commercial break in your precious TV-watching (which, though you're in front of the TV all the time, you think you're entitled to even if I'm already watching something. And it's not like I talk to you about much because we don't have any common interests). Besides, and I've said this before, you've got Jazmin now, who's closer to what you've wanted in a daughter, so you should be just fine without me (which is fine by me. I'm happy for you, in fact).
Just because we're related doesn't mean we have to be family, and I would rather it not be forced, either. In short, I don't want to talk to you because I'm not comfortable talking to you. You've never been able to understand the way I think -- even when I was a kid -- and I can't be bothered to get sidetracked and explain it to you all the time (because you think I'm being "sarcastic" no matter what I say) so I avoid it entirely and opt for someone else who can. I have nothing to say to you, so I don't interact with you. That's all.
...In more comfortable news, my Pokémon withdrawal is over, and I managed to catch a shiny Shroomish today. :D It was the first shiny Pokémon I've ever seen! And there's this game, where you use this site to drop you off in a random location Google Maps has mapped out, and try to find an airport (doesn't have to be the closest one). I was pretty clearly somewhere in the US, and I guessed I was in Texas within three clicks (turns out I was right). That was a bit disappointing. I still don't know where in Texas I am, but I'm following I-45 north, so hopefully I hit something familiar eventually. And then there was Futilitris. I'm too good at Tetris and too boring of a person for this to be any sort of challenge, wehhh.
OH HEY DID YOU HEAR ABOUT ALL THOSE STATES WANTING TO SECEDE? I HEAR THE TOTAL IS COMING UP ON THIRTY WOW LOL Okay back to trying to catch a Slakoth.
The first was from Baruch. Curious, I opened it. It's dated October 30 and addressed to "All Benefit Eligible Employees." But if the new payroll started on July 1, then how am I still...? Does this mean I can get the rest of my money, because that'd be super-nice.
The second wasn't quite a piece of mail, but it was a card addressed to me, in my mother's handwriting. Oh no. The message inside was something like "I ask about your life because I love you." That's great, but let's be frank: you say you love me, but you don't care about me. You love me because you think you have to. I mean, you won't even listen to things I have to say unless it's during a commercial break in your precious TV-watching (which, though you're in front of the TV all the time, you think you're entitled to even if I'm already watching something. And it's not like I talk to you about much because we don't have any common interests). Besides, and I've said this before, you've got Jazmin now, who's closer to what you've wanted in a daughter, so you should be just fine without me (which is fine by me. I'm happy for you, in fact).
Just because we're related doesn't mean we have to be family, and I would rather it not be forced, either. In short, I don't want to talk to you because I'm not comfortable talking to you. You've never been able to understand the way I think -- even when I was a kid -- and I can't be bothered to get sidetracked and explain it to you all the time (because you think I'm being "sarcastic" no matter what I say) so I avoid it entirely and opt for someone else who can. I have nothing to say to you, so I don't interact with you. That's all.
...In more comfortable news, my Pokémon withdrawal is over, and I managed to catch a shiny Shroomish today. :D It was the first shiny Pokémon I've ever seen! And there's this game, where you use this site to drop you off in a random location Google Maps has mapped out, and try to find an airport (doesn't have to be the closest one). I was pretty clearly somewhere in the US, and I guessed I was in Texas within three clicks (turns out I was right). That was a bit disappointing. I still don't know where in Texas I am, but I'm following I-45 north, so hopefully I hit something familiar eventually. And then there was Futilitris. I'm too good at Tetris and too boring of a person for this to be any sort of challenge, wehhh.
OH HEY DID YOU HEAR ABOUT ALL THOSE STATES WANTING TO SECEDE? I HEAR THE TOTAL IS COMING UP ON THIRTY WOW LOL Okay back to trying to catch a Slakoth.
