I'll post pictures later, but Mandy wanted to know what I got for my birthday from my parents once I left her house...so here goes:

My mom FINALLY replaced my pair of VANS that SHE ruined (by soaking in detergent---WITHOUT asking me!) a few years ago. I'm grateful for them, but I'm still not all that sure that it should be counted as a birthday present considering she owed them to me anyway. Kind of feels like it was an afterthought.

She bought me clothes too, even though she knows I don't want her to (and have been telling her this for YEARS). They never fit me right, and I always have to take them back. This time it was jeans (that look WAY too small) and a silky, low-cut, hot pink, see-through top that I will never in my wildest dreams EVER wear (because I'm not a prostitute). BOTH of those are going back.

She redeemed herself with Hello Kitty pajamas though. I'll give her that much.

I know it was my dad that got me the Sweeney Todd DVD. I can always count on him to tune into me as a person and get me things that will actually MEAN something to me. He even got me a funny musical card that played an old NEW KIDS ON THE BLOCK song. Talk about hitting the nail on the head.

My mom, however, got me this sappy religious card and even crossed out the word 'stars' and replaced it with the word 'Lord' in one spot. SHE KNOWS I'M NOT RELIGIOUS AND THAT I HATE IT WHEN SHE TOSSES SHIT LIKE THAT IN MY FACE! We just had this conversation again on Monday! WHAT THE FUCK!? Happy fucking birthday daughter! I'm going to disrespect you and do the EXACT opposite of what you've been telling me to do for the LAST 10 YEARS on your special day. Hope you have a great one!

Oh, and my birthday cake had Mulan on it. Um, am I turning 12? I get that she was trying to be cute and get me something Asian, but seriously. I'm 25. I know she doesn't want to admit that...but COME ON!

I know it just sounds like I'm being bitchy and ungrateful. HOWEVER, you don't know my mother. She's ditsy. Things go in one ear and out the other. She stubborn too. Just like me. We fight EVERY SINGLE DAY. We have our good days, but most of them are horrible. We usually stay as far away from each other as we can. I love her to death, but most of the time I don't like her very much at all. She's not the type of person that I would associate myself with if we weren't what we are. Does that make sense at all?

Gah. I know that most of this is being brought on my the fact that I am menstrual and I pretty much HATE everything at this particular moment in time.

To top it all off, that $50 Aoi poster that I ordered came to me in a crushed box. WHO THE FUCK SHIPS POSTERS TO THE US FROM JAPAN IN A FUCKING BOX???? TUBES EXIST FOR A REASON!!! I am LIVID about this! It looks horrible! I can only hope that a frame will flatten it out because there aren't any returns on this item! FUCK THEM! Flattening it won't fix all of it's wounds though. I'm going to be left with these horrid looking creases forever.

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