Vain-ish
Ugh! Ugh! Okay I’m talking to my mother right now. She still can’t let go of the idea of getting back to law school. *phew* Say it loud. I AM A WRITER. I AM A WRITER. I WILL ALWAYS BE A WRITER. Yes, I can talk. I can argue and damn I’m so fcking good. I can make anybody sorry for that matter. But see, I am a lover not a fighter. I don’t like arguing. I don’t like rationalizing things, although I do that all the time. What makes them want me to become a lawyer? I make my parents so sorry for my mistakes. I can turn the table around and make them feel bad. I mean, I’m not one of those kids who rebel blah blah blah… but when I talk. I talk, really talk. Calm, composed but piercing. I have the exact reasons that will make them crumble and say… “This girl has to be a lawyer.” But there is no art in lawyering. Besides, I have to wear those clothes. Stiffy clothes with heels and those makeup. Geezh, like wear the laws. Whatever!
While I’m still trying not to succumb to mom’s pestering, I’m too excited to give my daddy a present. I have no plans, but hey it’s about time to give back. Not that he requires me. I mean, I still can ask him for anything I want. *roll eyes* Talking about being daddy’s spoiled brat. I want to give him something expensive and useful. I guess this is it.
So then, there goes my plan on having an urban life. I have been meaning to invest in a condo hotel type abode. There goes my savings… there goes everything. Well, it’s just a little fraction of the whole amount. But then, when I start spending to give… damn I am giving it all. I’m now thinking of buying everybody what they want. Yeah…. hmmnn. It’s not me to save money. I’m born to spend it. Ha! I love giving makes me feel Santa Claus-y.
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