08:56 pm
You know it's a sad, sad day when your birds eat better than you do. Tonight they're eating the highest quality seed mix I can afford, fresh hard-boiled egg, and organic sprouts. Meanwhile, I have a bowl of Spaghetti-Os and one of those bottled Starbucks mochas, and I'm pretty sure the milk in the fridge went bad three days ago. Whatever, so long as my babies are eating healthy, right? It's not my fault I don't have the time to go grocery shopping during the week. I'm too busy trying to write a proper letter to my dad, wherein I don't sound like a stupid child with classes and rehearsals and things!
And now with Halloween coming up, everybody and their mother is talking about parties and whatnot. Like I care? Why do I want to go to a party full of people I don't know, dressed up in ridiculous costumes and seeing who can get wasted the quickest? (Okay, I might have a little grudge against Halloween, after nobody recognized me as Clara from The Nutcracker when I was eight. Uncultured cretins.)
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