Signs you’re a terrible, blackguard, soulless bitch.
Published by Sid September 19th, 2007 in fashion, pain. Tags: No Tags.1. Your uncle dies over the weekend and you don’t shed a tear, though you feel for your mother’s suffering.
2. You find out your mother has inadvertently donated your favorite vintage wool coat to unknown parties, and you shout “WHY!” and weep openly (though briefly) at your desk.
I’m going to Hell. At least I won’t need a coat there.
*weeping again*
Feel free to add missing my birthday to that list… biatch !
I will reserve a special little place for you in hell, with the rest of the malingerers , birthday disregarders, and vintage coat harbingers of doom…
Of course I may not have told you it was my birthday… in which case feel free to ignore the above.
i kinda yelled at the postal worker today. he left the counter and grabbed his bag and left. i felt pretty bad after that. i mean, they only lost and then found an international parcel, and told me a month and half later.
i hope a new coat finds its way to you soon!
My guess is that coat had a greater impact on your life and you felt a deeper intimacy with it than you did with your uncle. Don’t feel bad, lady. Not your fault. And nothing stings like a mother’s betrayal.
Hope!
She thinks she gave it to a relative! It may be mine yet!
Matt: Oh dear. Sorry. Happy Birthday. Expect superbly irritating musical e-card in the near future!
Deb: I wanted to yell at the UPS guy yesterday, but he ran off before I could. Maybe there has been something wonky in the stars lately, because the last 7 days have been shit!
M: Thanks lady. You understand me! I think I’m more worried than feeling betrayed; mom swears she thought I’d told her I didn’t want it anymore. This is an ongoing source of hilarity (read: calamity) in my parents’ household. Mom asks question and gets answer=x, and then does pretty much the opposite. Case in point, my latest conversation re: luggage.
Mom, Wednesday: Do you want me to bring your stuff in the lightweight bag or the rolling bag?
My response: The lightweight bag, thx.
Mom, Thursday: So, I’m packing all your stuff in your rolling bag…
My response: *headdesk*
Well, my condolences to you for both of your losses.