Hide the Ugly December 31, 2002 - 12:23 a.m.

She knows just how to ruin a perfect day.

I was simply enjoying the afterglow of Two Towers. Chris and I shared a nice meal that I had prepared. (Fried rice, chicken with a garlicy tomato type sauce, and garlic bread) And then I was content with the idea of sitting in a completely silent house while chatting in Quotes.

Until the phone rang.

She instantly starts in with a thousand questions. All questions that bare no relevance to her in any way whatsoever. She always acts as though the tiniest question will help her plan her life. I'm sorry, I don't see how the colour of my shirt impacts your decisions or plans. Other than the simple need to find an excuse.

She collects excuses. Hangs them on the fridge.

She then proceeded to tell me about some online contest that I 'had' to enter for her. Something about a car accident two hours away. The life story of some christian singer.

Of course all of this somehow gets around to her calling me 'ugly'.

Thanks a lot. Nice way to talk to your daughter.

She didn't mean physically ugly. But I suppose emotionally ugly is just as bad.

So I'm ugly, apparently.

My own mother confirmed it, so I guess it must be true.

After that splendid remark, she continued to talk at me. (She never talks to me. I guess I'm not worthy of a true attempt at conversation. Being ugly and all.)

The whole dialogue was coated with martyr syrup.

I don't know what it was that she intended to make me feel guilty for, but it worked. It always works.

And this is why I always feel like such a waste and complete ass when I'm around her.

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