girlsdontcry's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- bitch My much-loved boss (you may remember him from entries like this and this) was the single of the week in a big London magazine last week. So he got to pick one of three lovely young ladies to go out on a date with, and that date is going to be written up in this week's issue of the same magazine. I can hardly wait -- we've already been treated to his side of the story ... it can't get much worse than the plus-sized girl who works in the online pornography industry ... and I'm dying to find out what she says. Because I'm very very mean, I suppose. But you know, I have to sit opposite him all day long, and he's really odd and sometimes horrible, and you should've seen his contortions yesterday so as to avoid touching my hand while giving me a piece of paper. .......... So while I'm being very negative about people I just want you to know that I hate the way my mother whispers about people, barely when they're out of the room. God, you forget these things, but the feeling of walking into a room and having my mother talking sotto voce to my disinterested father (he is more interested these days, he even joins in now), it's just like every day of being at home. Except that we don't get the whole shouting deal now. But that's the deal with her. Act all thrilled to see you, put this whole guilt trip because you live on the other side of the world (hey, I'm sure it's just a co-incidence that the two children who can get away from you did) and then start whispering about you. I hate this, that I'm overreacting to this woman who I see not even once a year, but really, it's beyond endearing, her way of making pointed comments about moving back to Sydney no matter what the conversation. It's incessant and so obviously unwelcomed, so clearly never entertained, she has no reason to go on with it. Ugh. I know other siblings laugh about their parents' amusing foibles, but my brother and I, when we were first over here and, I guess, really spending time together without them for the first time in ages, we're just so bitter when we talk about her. His wife, my sister-in-law, just didn't believe us, she really thought we were exaggerating. But now she's been on the receiving end (for example, being accused of faking a pregnancy), she knows. She's never done anything. Except lie to us, berate us, blame us and undermine us. But, I mean, she's never done anything. You would like her, most likely. 9:59 a.m. - 2003-06-05 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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