Cake?

Now I like cake. But my face doesn't. Sound familiar? Every time I consume something that has more than a grain of sugar, it's like Mount Versuvius all over again. WOOSH! My face goes up like a balloon on the queen's birthday. I'm alright with getting rid of them... It's just they're so tempting to poke and pick.

Now I must go and dye my hair... Or my mother won't buy me cake..

Computer priviliges

If you close one eye and put your hand over the other, life is totally fair. Agree? Being at the naive age I am, I think that I should be allowed to go on the computer whenever I want. My mother does not agree. Funny, huh? She thinks that I actually need to "rest my eyes". Pfft. Woo! What was that? A flying pig?! Sure my eyesight is getting worse by the secon... Ah.. My mother has been proved right.

Well... What if I start talking about foods? FRUIT! VEGETABLES! FRICKIN' LENTILS! Personally, I would perfer to be eating tortelli, soup, ciabatta bread and baked potatoes. But apparently I need some sustinance. Oh looky, my mother has been proved right, again.

Sometimes I think that we should replace all parents with lava lamps.
Reason one: They're prettier.
Reason two: They don't shout at you.
Reason three: They don't get you off of the computer.

Then as I was moaning to my friend Jasper on MSN, he came up with three reasons why we shouldn't.
Reason one: They make your food.
Reason two: They pay the bills.
Reason three: They're like a taxi service you don't have to pay for.

My mother and Jazz are one and the same, methinks.