Eleanor Rigby died in the church... funny...
She came in. A symbol of everything that I despise about the middle class. Unreasonably loud for no apparent reason, she spoke with the same inflection of monotone belligerence that you normally only hear in the voice of a heavily medicated idiot locked away in an institution somewhere. If I had my way I would have been conversing with the idiot while this banshee was howling away in a padded room.
Listening to her was like having to sit through a concert with an array of terrible bands whose collective motto is "If you can't play well, play loud."Her diction was about as solid as Jello as she strung together loose strings of words that only vaguely fit the criteria for "sentences".
Her thought process was only slightly more coherent than the early morning ramblings of someone with a fresh gram of coke up their nose as she droned on and on about every detail of every option on her beige 2007 GMC Yukon Denali All-Wheel-Drive.She finally turned and walked out the door to await her car outside.
Watching her leave was like watching a waterspout head back out to sea.
In the ten minutes that she spent waiting outside she sent her two adolescent daughters back in a total of four times to get change and buy snacks and drinks. The fruit, this time, fell quite far from the tree as her children did not show even the smallest sign of an amphetamine addiction. In fact, they said very little which I assume is due to the fact that they are not used to things such as openings in conversations.
Although they are different right now, those children have at least another 5 years under that womans thumb and that makes me very nervous about their futures.I nearly just wrote "God help them if they mature into any semblance of their mother." But upon more extensive thought, that sentence should read "God help us if they mature into any semblance of their mother."
God help them if they don't run away. I spent five minutes with this woman and it made me feel like less of a human. Living with her for five YEARS would be a serious mind-fuck. They will most likely develope into sadistic, she-devil hookers; stealing kidneys in Las Vegas and
smiling whenever they hear The Beatles' "Eleanor Rigby".
Listening to her was like having to sit through a concert with an array of terrible bands whose collective motto is "If you can't play well, play loud."Her diction was about as solid as Jello as she strung together loose strings of words that only vaguely fit the criteria for "sentences".
Her thought process was only slightly more coherent than the early morning ramblings of someone with a fresh gram of coke up their nose as she droned on and on about every detail of every option on her beige 2007 GMC Yukon Denali All-Wheel-Drive.She finally turned and walked out the door to await her car outside.
Watching her leave was like watching a waterspout head back out to sea.
In the ten minutes that she spent waiting outside she sent her two adolescent daughters back in a total of four times to get change and buy snacks and drinks. The fruit, this time, fell quite far from the tree as her children did not show even the smallest sign of an amphetamine addiction. In fact, they said very little which I assume is due to the fact that they are not used to things such as openings in conversations.
Although they are different right now, those children have at least another 5 years under that womans thumb and that makes me very nervous about their futures.I nearly just wrote "God help them if they mature into any semblance of their mother." But upon more extensive thought, that sentence should read "God help us if they mature into any semblance of their mother."
God help them if they don't run away. I spent five minutes with this woman and it made me feel like less of a human. Living with her for five YEARS would be a serious mind-fuck. They will most likely develope into sadistic, she-devil hookers; stealing kidneys in Las Vegas and
smiling whenever they hear The Beatles' "Eleanor Rigby".
posted by Seth Parham at 4:06 PM
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