Dear family ...
May. 28th, 2006 07:09 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
apocalypsosHere are the reasons why I'm not still at your barbecue.
First off, I told you I was sick. I felt like crap and looked like it. Yet you continued to ask me in annoyed voices why I was lying down, why I stayed upstairs in my brother's room with him (who heard me say I was sick and did me the best favor in the world when he believed me), why I barely ate anything, and at one point offered my chair to someone else while I was sitting in it hacking up a lung.
Second off, you made a point of asking me why I didn't like The Da Vinci Code just so you could collectively pat me on the head like I didn't know what I was talking about when I said I thought it was badly written. There isn't a one of you who doesn't know that I know more about books and writing than every single one of you childish dumbasses (and I'm not saying that to brag, I'm saying that because it's the one thing I do best and I'm damned proud of it), so FUCK OFF.
And thirdly, pretending like you've never seen the fucking tattoos before is really goddamn old, since I got the last one three friggin' years ago. And saying that the One Ring tattoo looks like I wrote the alphabet on my arm to remember it does not make you witty, especially after you ask me for my opinion on a book and then treat me like I don't know what I'm talking about.
And those are the reasons I'm not still at your barbecue.
First off, I told you I was sick. I felt like crap and looked like it. Yet you continued to ask me in annoyed voices why I was lying down, why I stayed upstairs in my brother's room with him (who heard me say I was sick and did me the best favor in the world when he believed me), why I barely ate anything, and at one point offered my chair to someone else while I was sitting in it hacking up a lung.
Second off, you made a point of asking me why I didn't like The Da Vinci Code just so you could collectively pat me on the head like I didn't know what I was talking about when I said I thought it was badly written. There isn't a one of you who doesn't know that I know more about books and writing than every single one of you childish dumbasses (and I'm not saying that to brag, I'm saying that because it's the one thing I do best and I'm damned proud of it), so FUCK OFF.
And thirdly, pretending like you've never seen the fucking tattoos before is really goddamn old, since I got the last one three friggin' years ago. And saying that the One Ring tattoo looks like I wrote the alphabet on my arm to remember it does not make you witty, especially after you ask me for my opinion on a book and then treat me like I don't know what I'm talking about.
And those are the reasons I'm not still at your barbecue.
