for several days now this mysterious black HIGH CUT thongs have been placed in my room. they're obviously like 3 sizes too big for me and come on, they're highcut. how can they be mine right?!?! they look like thongs from the 70s! ugh anyway, my family has this weird habit of placing folded clothes on the dining table for people to take back into their rooms, and sometimes when a random t-shirt or underwear is put in the wrong person's pile, we just put the stray back onto the table.
so yeah. this black thong was mistakenly placed into my pile of folded clothes. so i put it back outside. somehow it goes unclaimed, and my mom puts it BACK into my room, even though i obviously put it BACK outside. this has been going on for several days like i said, and it usually does.
finally, my mom just stepped into my room with the pretense of asking if i need a plaster for my back, and asked me if the thong is mine. and i'm like NO mom, its not!!! [ i wouldn't even DARE putting my thongs into the wash with everyone else's clothes and i'd rather wash them myself] then she goes: "but can't be felis one what." [ felis is my bro's gf, and its OBVIOUSLY hers] and i was like, WHY NOT?? *incredulous* and guess what she says??
[in a disgusted tone]: "she doesn't wear this kind of thing!"
ohmygoodness. does she think i'm some kind of slut?? her tone was completely like, FELIS won't wear something as dirty and prostitute-ish as THAT. and she keeps insisting that its mine, sooo... what?! I'M a slut?! ugh goodness. its times like these [and when i met Len] that i was GLAD i'm tanned, if not i would've gone so bright red.
what's wrong with a thong??! i mean, its an essential to prevent those dreaded VPL man. right???? its so weird that my mom condones short skirts and low cut tops and NOT thongs. arghhhh. and my brother is the one who's so NIAO about my low jeans and its HIS wife who's wearing thongs.
what does my mother think i am??????? for those of you who don't know, she's the kind of mom who will still look at somebody else's daughter with tatoos and her thong sticking out of her jeans and a ton of makeup and piercings and cigarette in hand and STILL think she's a better person than me. yes, its unfair, but i've come to accept it. right now, i'm just so torn between feeling embarassed like she caught me making out and.... and nothing!! i'm just embarassed, and its not even my thong. AHHH!! how can she think those were mine? they're obviously too big!! its like, don't matter if they're big enough to fit a baby elephant, they belong to angel.
sometimes i wonder what my mom thinks of me. sometimes she talks to me like i'm her friend, sometimes she talks to me like i'm a responsible and reliable girl, and other times.... THIS!!
my face is still burning. i wish the ground would open me up and swallow me whole. the other time i felt like this was the first time i met Len.
ARGH