grandma- leader of all haters
4:34 p.m. - 23.08.03
Man if my lack of updates is whats causing people to add me to their favorites list, perhaps I'm better off ditching diaryland for months at a time.
Beans been a busy girl learning the graphic barriers when dealing with photoshop and illustrator. Basically i've come to the conclusion that illustrator is a bitch.
Not just any bitch... the worst kind of bitch... the kind of bitch I must warm up to if I want this graphic design job. But soon... soon, after many hours of practice and frustrations, illustrator will be my bitch...
... and thats what makes it all worth it.
In other events, the car is doing fine, thanks for asking.
Apparently being in the passenger seat of such a car seems to make a couple of friends feel slightly inferior.
The sidekick coworker no longer feels comfortable 'depending on other people' for rides. Therefore our carpooling is officially over.
The BestFriend has spent the last two weeks sitting in my passenger seat bragging about the 2003 mustang she is soon to have. She even went as far as calling her insurance company and asking for quotes....
... apparently that was the end of her brag sessions as she's now come to the realization that even with a $30,000 income, she still can't afford to run her mouth.
and last but not least, the hater who tops the list....
... dear old granny.
Yes, apparently she's been making negative remarks on parents who buy their children brand new cars. She's bitter on the entire situation so in order to make her feel better I'm thinking of sending her a "thinking of you" card each and every month with a copy of my bank account history in which she will note a $400 decrease every month after making car and insurance payments......
... perhaps I should also invest in a pack of hilighters....
.. grannys vision isn't as good as it once was....
And though Bean can normally be found feasting of the vibes of haters...
I must say the news of the Grandmother trash talking struck a chord within my emotions.
When I'm asked who it is I work for I must now fight the urge to tell the world I work for "Dodge" as this is where my paychecks are now going.. yet I'm not complaining. It gives me a sense of pride to know this car is my responsibility.
And to have my own blood try to rob me of that sense of pride and accomplishment...
... is simply evil...
what those outside of the family may fail to realize is the rivalry between my mother and my grandmother (the mother-in-law). Her words though aimed at my car situation are meant to inflict anger upon my mother.
What the grandmother fails to realize is she's now lost the respect of her granddaughter - without phasing the mother for a second.
Way to go granny, way to go!
Luckily I believe karma is a bitch with a "places to see" list in which grandmothers house has just been added.