Well, I have had a busy couple of months and I apologize to all of my loyal followers for being denied my totally awesomeness filled rants of lunacy. Today's choice of rants is once again....Cybil. Okay so is 13 too young for me to sell her off to a band of gypsies? Cause I know they come through here on occasion when it gets warm. I remember when I was 17 and working at the corner store in Wakeman. My bosses at the time Clif and Carol Sabin (wonderful couple if ever one existed), so Clif would say to me, "Now, watch out for them gypsies! They'll cheat ya!" He was right! Every summer a big pile of them would come in to the store and spread out everywhere where you couldn't keep your eye on all of them. One would be at the cash register asking for change for a $20 and hopefully walking away with change for a $50 by some retarded unexpecting cashier who had not even completed high school yet, trying to rile me. They never did though, cause I was totally smarter than them dang gypsies. oh yea. My $4.10 an hour was my bread and butter..ya know cause I needed to buy cassette tapes of Poison, neon knee socks, rubber bracelets, lots and lots of hairspray and stuff, and condoms....lots and lots of condoms, cause you know, teenagers are horny all the time and what not. Anywho...I'm thinking of selling her to the gypsies. I wonder what they pay for a 13 year old? They might make me pay them, or else they'll try and return her after about a day and she starts whining and rolling her eyes..she's really good at that, the best eye roller in town in fact. She's also smart as a whip. She tells me all the time that she knows everything. I wish I knew as much as her. I think that as you get older and you have teenagers you start to lose brain cells...or maybe they just suck them out of us while we're staring at them while thinking "Where in the hell did I go wrong?"
So, she has her moments..ya know last night she was eating this frozen strawberry thing that I bought her because I'm awesome and all that, and she offered me a bite. I was delighted as typically she stays far away from me. I opened my mouth for a taste and she runs to get another spoon, because you know mom's have germs...lol well, I kinda have a thing about that too, so I'll let that one slide. And she did thank me for taking her to the movies tonight. We saw Titanic 3D...but she was sure to tell me 9 times that her head was killing her because it was soooo long and she hates wearing 3D glasses, and then sat through dinner complaining about the food and that it was not good, and did I know that her head was killing her? Yep, see if mommy takes your ass to another 3D movie again. I think I'll hurl myself over the counter and ask the girl to stab me with the popcorn scooper.
