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cacoethes carpendi: a compulsive habit for finding fault

Forget the bikini

Thursday, January 3, 2008

I guess Tampa is tropical compared to Boston, but it's still freakin' cold. Saw a guy wearing earmuffs as he was hailing a cab outside of the airport.

I can't believe my parents moved to this shithole of a city. The place they were in before(TN) is not much better than here. Why would you go through all the hassle of moving, just to move from one shithole to another? Doesn't make sense to me at all. They are practically destitute but are "retired"(read: too lazy to get real jobs) so they tell me daily to hook a rich man so I can pull a big ol' Anna Nicole. I'm their meal ticket, basically.

They're always complaining about how broke they are, but they spend their money on the stupidest shit, shit they don't even need. For instance, my father, who parks his ass on the LazyBoy all day watching TV, bought himself a $300 SMOKING ROBE, in the manner of Hugh Hefner. !!! That is both gross and wasteful. "I didn't get anything good for Xmas so I had to buy something for myself," is his excuse. Such moronic behavior is typical, coming from them. My mother spent $3000 getting.... liposculpting in December. That's liposculpting, not lipoSUCTION. As in, she spent her money getting massaged and being injected with "fat-burning vitamins." If she was morbidly obese, I would be more sympathetic, but she is just flabby enough to be unattractive but not so much that her health or mobility is in any way compromised. She could have just stopped eating junk food and gotten off her ass to exercise. Or I could have wired her jaw shut(for free!!) and that would have eventually achieved the same effect. But still she talks about how she wants to go in for another "treatment."

Do you see why I have poor self-esteem? It's because I hate my parents, the very genetic components of myself. How could anything decent and noble sprout from these two losers' loins? It's self-hatred by syllogism.

I'm just here for another day but even a minute spent in their presence is excruciating. And Tampa sucks so hard, I wonder why they didn't just name it Tampax. I thought TN was redneck central, but Tampa is even worse-- these rednecks are affected rednecks, rednecks who do shit like wear Juicy tracksuits(uh... they're about 3 years behind on the trend).

Thank God I have my phone and computer w/me. Would die, die, die w/o anything to do here.

Posted by C at 10:03 PM

Labels: parents, Tampa

1 comments:

Anonymous said...

Oh, your parents sound like mine with a few exceptions. Yours sound:

1. younger

2. with fewer children

3. and, sadly, nicer than mine.

At least they live further than driving distance from you -- right? Mine can be here to harass me in under 35 minutes of driving on the freeway.

Yay team!

January 5, 2008 at 5:18 AM

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