Thursday, January 3, 2008

November 29, 2007

Hope I'm doing this right. I'll get my mom to check it out. I know she'll give me an honest answer...not. As I've said many times before, you can't trust moms for the straight poop. They love you too much to tell the truth and their perspective is skewed way out of line. If you turn out good, they think everything you ever did was wonderful. And if you turn out bad, they think you're going to get better. They forget about how they used to compare you to the neighbor kids. Then you end up twirling your hair or biting your nails. Or worse, you end up being a whistler. So my mom remembers that I was always a good writer and I don't remember writing a thing I wasn't forced to write.