p. peeves

when school makes me sad i like to talk/wail to my mama. she then soothes while scolding me for not studying enough. strangely, it makes me feel better. the perfect blend of comfort and tough love.

haha, i look forward to the day when i can give her and mi padre the nice life. im lucky to have a brother who shares the task. less pressure fasho.

hunter will most definitely get a plush bed of goose down. just because.

and, i will work for fun and self-fulfillment.

when i get there i will not bitch about how i have "financial troubles".

for those who are blessed enough to be of that status and yet, continue to complain about money. or brag about cutting coupons. so they may escape the guilt of the upper class.

it's effing annoying. shut up.

behold the future.

apart of me really hopes that my life will end up like ina's.

but she just paid 5 dollars for three tomatoes. plus, she makes really bad asian food. so i guess i have to find another goal mark.

i realized that i read too many blogs and now i sound like any other blogger out here. i've lost my pizazzzzz....