2004-11-21 - 8:07 p.m.
Why am I a bad person?
You know how you always hear about all these people who have become successful despite all the odds? Those people that overcome adversity?
Yeah, I'm not going to be one of those people. I'm gonna be a prostitute. I'm not fit for anything else.
Or I will live on Death Row for killing my mother.
My mom found out that one of the Little Cousins That I Have Never Met is autistic. My mom cried like someone died. I got mad and started yelling. Seriously, it's not the end of the world. That kid will have a happy life. You would think she would learn to accept it... especially since it runs in the family. She acted like she'd never met a person with autism before. Mon Bon Dieu.
I also have a problem with her openning my paychecks before me.
And I think I have broken my wrist. Oh well, too poor to do anything about it. At least there's not any bones sticking out or anything.
Ask her if she still keeps all her kings in a row for me.
