mother's day .. already?

written at 10:49 a.m. on 05.09.04

Yes, .. moving right along..

I'm sitting in my mom's office at church, waiting for the second service to end. I went to first service, but I had no friends who were going to Sunday school, and I'm a little creeped out by all the public school kids who attend. If I don't have a friend to cling to,... I don't go. Simple as that.

Looking around the office, I notice that my mom has Christmas cards still pinned to the cubicle-ish wall that divides the rather large office in half. Why does she still have Christmas cards? Good question. Taking a second look, I'm noticing that they're replicas of Thomas Kinkade paintings. Figures.

If my mom has one obsession in life.. ok, well she's obsessed with a few things. Chocolate, jewelry, and Thomas Kinkade. As I spin around in her office chair, I see a Thomas Kinkade mousepad. The desktop and screen saver are also Thomas Kinkade themed. (Insert a whooshing sound here as the nauseau sweeps over me.)

Ha, ok, he's not bad or anything. I'm just not always in the mood to be surrounded by flowery landscapes and bridges and cottages and lighthouses..

Pronounce lighthouses like a foreigner or an idiot.. lig-heh-thowses. Heh.. that's pretty entertaining.

Ok,.. anyway. today is Mother's Day. I probably should refrain from picking on my mother's taste in decorations. She really is a swell mom, despite all the whining I do about her.

For example, though she has weird rules about everything, I know she has these rules because she thinks she's doing what's best for me. Though I'm bitter about having inherited her fully-functioning tear ducts (she also cries at Touched by an Angel and such nonsense), at least I always know I have a chik-flick-watching buddy. And though she really doesn't understand my personality at all, she tries valiantly and always lets me be who I want to be. So there. I'm not the cruel mother-hater you think I am.

But.. enough with the sap and crap. Yes, it's sad that I cried at the O.C. finale. But, then again, I cried watching Touched by an Angel when I was younger, and I cried watching Lilo and Stitch. A few tears dribbled down my face all five times I saw Return of the King in theatre, but.. I know I'll be bawling when I watch it in the privacy of my own home. Isn't that an attractive thought. Rachel at home, crying her eyes out, makeup running down her red, blotchy face... Yeah, I'm not the epitome of hotness when I cry. But, seeing that I rarely cry in front of other people, don't worry. The hotness will remain.

Hahaha.. oh goodness. Sorry, I can't refer to myself as hot without laughing. I hope people realize that all that hotness talk was in jest. I know I have other diaries, but I promise I'm not one of the sexxxykitten4u people. Don't worry. I'm in too good a mood to diss people like that. I'll just say that people amuse me.. and let's leave it at that.

SO..

I guess I have nothing outstandingly ramblicious to say today. Since I have nothing else to do, I guess I'll go work on some new designs or something. Or maybe I'll go look up some porn sites, so my mom gets a lot of spam and pop-ups. Bwa ha ha. At the church office, no less. ::blinks:: Whoa, sorry. I seem to have lost myself in some evil plots there. But, I managed to snap out of it. I think it's best if I go now. Happy Mother's Day to all the moms out there.. Yes, that means your mom. Heh. "Your mom!" What outstandingly brilliant catchphrases this generation has produced..

The end.