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Today a guy customer complimented me at the register on his way out. He was leaving, and on his way away he said something along the lines of, “You should smile more. Make sure you show it off. It’s beautiful.” Awh, so maybe customers can be nice, and not all of the guys that come through my line are assholes and treat me like I’m a low class personality with a low class lifestyle. I’m middle class and conservative as far as my public self goes. I’ll get a little goofier when it’s just me and you maybe.
He’s either taken, or he’s gay. Guys here who are kind are usually either gay or taken.
So, I meant to blog yesterday but I didn’t. We’ll just pretend I planned on skipping a day or something like that. I was busy, exhausted and I had fun hanging out with my dad, evil stepmother1 Kimily and baby sister Ruby. I’d forgotten my camera, so I lack pictures from my perspective but my dad kept taking so many. -.- I’m surprised they’re not on Facebook yet, to be quite honest. But anyway, I was busy with fam and offline life.
Now that my two newest blogs2 have a more organized structure as far as the categories and tags go, I feel clustered when blogging. I just recently converted some categories to tags. I might just create an “Old Categories” category and move all posts to said category or something – just so I can start over or something or… Oy, I don’t know. 6birds is just kinda really old and messy now. It kinda sucks. P:
I’m kinda annoyed with Mimi again. The backyard needs to be mowed, and I told her I can’t mow it (because of my asthma) and that I can’t just ‘pull everything up’ like she suggested it. “Would you like me to plant them for you?” NO. I WANT TO DO IT MY WAY. IT’S MY GARDEN. WHY CAN’T I HAVE MY OWN THINGS? First she makes enchiladas the wrong way with my turkey meat – making them her way – and saying that MY way is wrong. It’s really, really, REALLY frustrating and quite unfair. She had even put onions in them. The pH level of onions is too high for my body, so I cough up blood. She was hoping I ‘wouldn’t notice’. Well, if I don’t pay attention to what I’m eating, I can really harm myself. For example, nuts make my chest hurt super bad, and I get these horrendous chest pains and have trouble breathing. I’ll also break out all around my mouth. It’s quite painful, and I try my hardest to steer clear of said food items. It’s the same with my hair. This morning it was uber curly, and she was suggesting ways to make it look good rather than straightening it. She says that what I want is important, but if it really is then why can’t she just freaking ACCEPT the fact that what I want IS important? All my life people have told me how I am supposed to be and who I am supposed to be and what I am supposed to be and what I am supposed to do. For once, I want to be how I want to be, I want to be who I want to be, I want to be what I want to be and I want to do what I want to do for ME. Not for others. I’m not happy with myself, and whenever she makes it clear that she disapproves of something (or even acts like it), it makes it so difficult for me to recover. D: