conspiracy

Parental-Unit M decided to take me shopping.

Parental-Unit D frowned, and said: 'you shop too much...where would you put all that stuff anyway, you're running out of storage space...look at me, my clothes occupy exactly one and a half shelves (this is an enormous lie btw). you really don't need all the things you buy...etc.'
and then in a sort of stage whisper, to P.U.M., added: 'you know how much she's going to spend on things she'll never use.'

Parental-Unit M changed her mind, and decided to go for a walk instead.

War

there was a war.

but this is how all my battles go:
i scowl (while trying to think up arguments that will stump the enemy),
i say mean things (tell the person they don't deserve my love\loyalty\attention\affection\respect), i scream\stomp my feet\sob\try emo. blackmailetc.(depending on who i'm up against)
i always, ALWAYS have the last word.
and obviously, i stop talking to the person afterwards.

eventually i find myself in the same room\classroom\bus\cab\car with person in question, at which point i do the stupid-grin-i'm-NOT-sorry-but-let's-not-do-this-again routine.
always works :)

you must understand that this doesn't happen that often, so sometimes things get royally screwed up. but when things go according to the battle-plan... *yay*
:)



the warlords

my Dida taught me the art of verbal warfare.

encounter with salon-hag

i HATE salon-hag!!
okay, i take that back...but i really, REALLY dislike her.
salon-hag makes me feel really bad about the way i look.
it's just the way she looks at my unstyled hair, un-manicured claws,
and finally the eyebrows!!
first she frowns, then she goes 'tut-tut', in the most annoying tone EVER...then she tells me that i should get them done more often...then she shears them off for me.
thank-eww...i looove how my hair looks now...not!
i'll not even mention the eyebrows...because they're mostly gone. *sigh*

you know salon-hag, there's one in almost every beauty-shop: 50+ matronly woman, frowny face, large, really mean.
you know.