Sunday, 14 February 2010
11:48:23 PM (GMT)
Test drive for Promo Dress: Go.
I walk out into the living room from the bathroom.
Mum's impression: Balistic. Thinks I'm cute in it.
Grandma's opinion: Grown-up and realistic.
Brother's take: Thinks I look ready for High school.
I look to my dad, who's smiling.
"It looks great."
A sigh of relief comes out, but he's not finished yet, folks.
"But take out the recycles."
Total fantastic day ruined.
My dad cares more about his damn recycles then how I look for my promotion to High
Typical response; Should've seen it coming; I was stupid.
My dad is obsessed with making others do work. I guess I'm better off wearing
paint-smeared overalls with my hair up into a messy ponytail and a boring yellow