Not a happy camper...
Sep. 20th, 2008 05:07 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
candylandSo...apparently my uncle Bill is in town. And we're having company for dinner.
...THANKS FOR LETTING ME KNOW, MOM. Seriously.
I can't think of a time that I am less apt to desire socializing than after spending a very chaotic seven hours on my feet. My parents keep telling me that I need to go out and meet new people, and I just want to ask, "WHY?" Why do I apparently have to want to be social? Why is it so strange that I don't?
And then Mom asks if I'd be willing to make that one mac-and-cheese casserole, like I made that one time. Again, thanks for the warning, Mom. I'm going to go do a bit of lifting, since my plans for my evening (which consisted of a good work-out and then cleaning my room) have now been completely screwed over. So if I have to have this stuff ready by six-thirty, then I don't have time to do what I'd planned.
So thanks again, Mom, for the courtesy of letting me know. OH WAIT.
*pissed off and bratty Candy is pissed off and bratty*
...THANKS FOR LETTING ME KNOW, MOM. Seriously.
I can't think of a time that I am less apt to desire socializing than after spending a very chaotic seven hours on my feet. My parents keep telling me that I need to go out and meet new people, and I just want to ask, "WHY?" Why do I apparently have to want to be social? Why is it so strange that I don't?
And then Mom asks if I'd be willing to make that one mac-and-cheese casserole, like I made that one time. Again, thanks for the warning, Mom. I'm going to go do a bit of lifting, since my plans for my evening (which consisted of a good work-out and then cleaning my room) have now been completely screwed over. So if I have to have this stuff ready by six-thirty, then I don't have time to do what I'd planned.
So thanks again, Mom, for the courtesy of letting me know. OH WAIT.
*pissed off and bratty Candy is pissed off and bratty*