The Bitches

There is a huge ego that is tainting my well-being. This person must remain nameless but trust that they are a raving bitch. Oh I can only hope of the trailer park failure life for this one, but alas, I think they might make it. Ahh well. You can't always get what you want as they say. Today Garrett and I were eating in a restaurant and I realized that I hate restaurants now. It's so cheezy seeming. And you are eating in such close proximity with all these random people you don't know. You should each get your own little dining cubicle with a curtain or something. Maybe I am just neurotic. Also, I feel bad for waiters. They just have to wait on you hand and foot and it seem so demeaning. I hate it. I always feel meek around waiters because I don't want them to think I am ordering them around, even though I guess it is their job to serve me. Me thinks I think too much into things.
My grandmother also wishes to see me tomorrow, but after the fact that she has told my mother that she has fucked us up and we are fucked up children, I kind of don't want to see her....ever again. She is so passive aggressive and has always hated everything about any of her son's wives. Her Christmas card to me read "I pray (underlined pray) that you have a good Christmas" How bitchy! I don't need your prayers! I should start pretending I am into Satan now when I am around her. Yes....I will carve a pentagram into my forehead or something. Start hissing anytime she comes near, get red contacts. Good