Post by SarzieBeara~ on Apr 21, 2011 10:27:54 GMT -5
~ Oh, damn. Third time in a row. Fuckin' A.
So, my mom is taking me to a Shakira concert next Thursday.
...
Let me tell you a little something about why I'm ranting about this before you start making judgement calls and calling me a spoiled little bitch.
My mother has specifically said and DENIED me from going to a billllllllioooooooooon fucking concerts in my life, bands and singers that I'm actually interested in because of the following reasons:
1) I don't like the atmosphere at concerts.
2) I think you'll get high.
3) I think you'll get raped.
4) I think you'll have sex with a random stranger.
5) I think you'll go off with someone and never come back. (I WONDER WHY)
6) I don't trust the people you're going with.
7) I don't want you coming home at 2 a.m.
...I could write a fucking essay about the excuses she's given me.
BUT OH MY. Here comes a singer/bellydancer who my mom absolutely adores and she has NO fucking problem bringing me over to drive an hour and a half to Abu Dhabi and letting me go with her.
And no. It's not just my mom and I. It's her friends. It's my sisters. It's my sisters friends. It's my mom's friend's little fucking kids.
Um. I don't have anyone else to bring with me.
At all.
I'm going with my fucking mom.
Who doesn't let me wear a skirt above my knees.
She expects me to go with her without question to a fucking CONCERT?
I would have killed to go to the Aerosmith concert last month.
I would have LOVED to go to the Stevie Wonder concert.
Elton John.
Maroon 5. <-- that's fucking tonight, too. She said NO.
Her friends...
I don't even want to get started on those bitches. They gossip every other fucking minute. It's like.
Inhale smoke. Gossip. Sip coffee. Gossip. Inhale smoke. Gossip. Gossip. Gossip. Gossip. Sip coffee.
RDSIHFJDOSXHOADSXLCHDXLVHCLXHVOAJLXHOJLZCXJOL
I'M SUPPOSED TO ENJOY A CONCERT WITH THESE PEOPLE~?!
Have I mentioned...that one of the women that is EXACTLY like my aunt? She can't fucking BREATHE around me without saying something about my weight or what I eat.
Like, I don't even know...what I'm going to do.
We're staying in Abu Dhabi for two days, and she also expects me to throw a swim-suit around these people and go ahead and have fun at the beach with them.
I really don't know what I'm going to do. /:
Fuck my life, man.
So, my mom is taking me to a Shakira concert next Thursday.
...
Let me tell you a little something about why I'm ranting about this before you start making judgement calls and calling me a spoiled little bitch.
My mother has specifically said and DENIED me from going to a billllllllioooooooooon fucking concerts in my life, bands and singers that I'm actually interested in because of the following reasons:
1) I don't like the atmosphere at concerts.
2) I think you'll get high.
3) I think you'll get raped.
4) I think you'll have sex with a random stranger.
5) I think you'll go off with someone and never come back. (I WONDER WHY)
6) I don't trust the people you're going with.
7) I don't want you coming home at 2 a.m.
...I could write a fucking essay about the excuses she's given me.
BUT OH MY. Here comes a singer/bellydancer who my mom absolutely adores and she has NO fucking problem bringing me over to drive an hour and a half to Abu Dhabi and letting me go with her.
And no. It's not just my mom and I. It's her friends. It's my sisters. It's my sisters friends. It's my mom's friend's little fucking kids.
Um. I don't have anyone else to bring with me.
At all.
I'm going with my fucking mom.
Who doesn't let me wear a skirt above my knees.
She expects me to go with her without question to a fucking CONCERT?
I would have killed to go to the Aerosmith concert last month.
I would have LOVED to go to the Stevie Wonder concert.
Elton John.
Maroon 5. <-- that's fucking tonight, too. She said NO.
Her friends...
I don't even want to get started on those bitches. They gossip every other fucking minute. It's like.
Inhale smoke. Gossip. Sip coffee. Gossip. Inhale smoke. Gossip. Gossip. Gossip. Gossip. Sip coffee.
RDSIHFJDOSXHOADSXLCHDXLVHCLXHVOAJLXHOJLZCXJOL
I'M SUPPOSED TO ENJOY A CONCERT WITH THESE PEOPLE~?!
Have I mentioned...that one of the women that is EXACTLY like my aunt? She can't fucking BREATHE around me without saying something about my weight or what I eat.
Like, I don't even know...what I'm going to do.
We're staying in Abu Dhabi for two days, and she also expects me to throw a swim-suit around these people and go ahead and have fun at the beach with them.
I really don't know what I'm going to do. /:
Fuck my life, man.