shut up christine | |
Sunday, December 07, 2003 ( 10:26 PM ) shut up christine Hans Christian Andersen wrote a fairytale about a poor little girl who was forced to sell bundles of matches in the dead of winter, and her parents would beat her if she returned home empty-handed so at the end of the story the little girl freezes to death in the snow. Yay that’s what my new job at the Irvine Spectrum is like… except there’s rain instead of snow, and instead of matches I’m selling aromatherapy pillows. *Picture a girl shivering in the rain, clutching a heated herbal pack to her chest in a pitiful attempt to stay warm…in her best English accent she whispers to a hurried passer-by: “Sir, would you like to warm your hands? Please sir, try one of our herbal packs.” The man walks away without acknowledging her, and the little girl’s tears mix with the droplets of rain falling upon her cheek…...* Okay its not that bad, but it isn’t as fun as I thought it would be :( so if you’re not busy and you’re hanging around Irvine Spectrum, please please please stop by my cart and pay me a visit….it’s called “Nature’s Way” and its next to Robinsons May. Hooray. But that’s not what I wanted to say. What I really wanted to say is that back in the day (I’ll stop rhyming now) I was a bad kid with lots of teenage angst and I said/did some evil things, especially to mi padre... I took most of my anger out on him but looking back I can’t really remember what made me so angry in the first place. But anyway, yesterday I went home for a few hours and my dad got mad at me…not in a bad way, but in a how-come-you’re-not-calling-us-everyday-we’re-worried-about-you-I-almost-drove-to-your-apartment-to-see-if-you-were-okay kind of way. I was thinking about that and some other stuff, and I feel bad cuz I never bragged about it when I was a kid…so attention attention I have an announcement: MY dad is better than your dad. :) My dad built us a treehouse. My dad is the king of Christmas lights. When I was younger, he’d always bring us gummi bears when he came home from work. My dad stopped smoking because we asked him to. My dad cooks more than my mom does, and he cleans, does the laundry, and washes dishes too…and my mom doesn’t even need to ask him. He grows corn, beans, tomatoes, avocados, lemons, guavas, squash, and eggplants in our backyard. He likes building cabinets for fun. He kidnapped my goldfish because he likes taking care of it. My dad can beat your dad at poker. My dad can fix your car…for free. My dad knows how to sew better than I do. He can use a tree leaf as a musical instrument. My dad was a bowling champion in the navy. He knows how to weave fishing nets. My dad likes baking bread and cookies. Sometimes my dad tries skateboarding with me, and he uses a broom to keep his balance. My dad is really cool. :) #
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