Monday, 26 February 2007

I dont like goats.


But I like Goats cheese? Anyway, this is me at uhhhh... hmm. Ithink about 4. Ish. Santa's village, making the rounds, hanging with the wild beasties. I dont remember this day, save for when we were leaving and my mother did what all mother's tend to do at least once. She said, ' Fine, stay here on your own. '

And sort of walked away. From an adult perspective, I now know she wasnt actually abandoning me, but Id like to stand up for all the wee people in the world and say, ' Parents? That friggan sucks. Stop that. No seriously. It isnt funny. You may find it endearing for your child to suddenly stop stomping his or her feet because they dont want to get out of the Mcdonalds ball pit and run at you like you're a Saint..but its horrible to go thru. Trust me on this. 10 seconds of feeling your parent(s) are abandoning you is not worth the sick amusement you seem to glean from such a situation. Get some friggan parenting classes. '

Well that was a rant, but I think it was some 24 years overdue. Yeah Im bitter lol. Anyways, to get back to the beasties, I cant remember hanging out with these smelly things. I think the look on my face sums it up. Im not a happy camper, even if I do look like a little anime ninja. ( thanks mom, a rare outfit success for you! Joking. ) That is a look of a child who is mortified by these ghastly split eyed goats. Blegh I say.
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