...only because i've been doing my best to not speak, or respond to any comments. The moment we found him, the complaints started. On how mommy was fat despite her drastic weight loss due to stress and an unhealthy diet. On how filthy the house that shelters 4 college kids, 2 minors, and a working mom is. On how depressingly boring New York is compared to Berlin. And that's bullshit, cuz i been there. And if i have to hear one more thing about the fricking cooks and the chauffers, or how the queen on Denmark like her cookies with tea...i think I'm gonna explode...
... For some reason, I don't find his rantings entertaining or the least bit informing. Maybe it's just my anger blocking the tingling sensations people may get from hearing 'the adventures of an ambassador'. Or maybe it's the fact that someone who has been nothing but detremental to our well being is sitting here telling us what to do with our lives. And what gives him the right to tell me i have no ambition? Because i'm not prepared to kiss any ass on my journey, just yet? Or maybe cuz psychology is for weak links in the family who aren't tough enough to take on business?
...I just want my tuition. I want to have fun New Years. And I will have both...by any means...
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