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Why I am unique, and how my environment affects this.

Thursday, September 08, 2005

Real quick

I must get this report finished today. I just want to say, I am happy to be boring and normal and middle class. Very happy. My mom does not comprehend. She wants me to remember growing up poor. I don't want to. This is why I learned how to speak boring english (I don't axe anybody, anything), learned to read, kept my legs crossed in high school, got the f*** out of dodge the minute I graduated high school, then attended about a bazillion years of college. I also studied seating diagrams and place settings because I didn't want to end up looking like some kind of moron in front of my future-rich-husband's family at dinner time. Jason's family is not rich, and I have never had to manuever around a fancy place setting eating at my in-laws, but it is still good info, I think. I have purged all memory of poor-ness from my memory. I am one cheap mother-f***** though. The End.


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