scrawls.

scrawls

still cheaper than therapy*

24.4.06

just don't.

it is not my place to judge people. Not the people that watch ESPN and not the people that don't get their dogs fixed and not the people who like modern art and not the people that vote for the president and not the people who get plastic surgery and not the people that don't immunize and not the people that believe the Turkish government when they say there wasn't a genocide and not the people that are brainwashed into Scientology and not the people who wear plaid with checks and not the people who are paper-doll thin. Not the white trash couple across the airplane aisle that actually swear at their kids and that are, really, acting almost more childish than the kids themselves, one doubts that pretending you're two would work when your daughter is, what, seven, because if you've got two kids and you're throwing a temper tantrum then that's really sure to be effective and a good example, right, and oh, yes, it's great that the two of your clothes are all matchy-matchy and pink, and it's lovely that you care about appearances but notwithstanding that you are actually cussing at your newborn like you think that'll make a difference. it's not fair to think, even to myself, that if she spent as much time with her child as she did on her hair, because maybe she can fancy-French-braid in thirty seconds flat. you never know. Their crosses to bear are not my crosses to bear. as i don't have any kids, let alone their kids, i am so obviously not qualified. so i am going to sit here across the airplane aisle and read my book and not say a damn thing and do my absolute best to ignore them all. tags:white trash

scrawled @ 17:18