Seriously, I could use the cash

My parents sent me a gigantic box with four pieces of gourment chocolate inside. The box was lined with shiny chromy (much fancier than foily) padding and had two separate ice packs inside. I looked it up online: www.elbowchocolates.com. The 4-piece box.

That fucking thing was $8! Y'know, I enjoy going out to lunch, more than I enjoy painted gourmet chocolate pieces. For real. I could go to Uprise, get lunch and a loaf of bread for $8.

I know I'm whining, but I hate them. And no one gets it, so I might as well complain about this shit, so I'm not hurt when no one understands.

I totally love her, but she sounded skeptical when she said "you get more presents from your parents than I do". Usually I try to keep my biting remarks inside because I don't like telling people about the sad parts of my life, not unless I warm them up for it. I let it come out, and I don't feel bad: "Your family gives you love."

It's not a complaint or worry or compliment-bait. My mom does not love me. It's not even a secret.

Yeah, it's easier to talk about the chocolates. I guess I'll go try them. Oh yeah, I also really enjoyed the card with the forged fucking names at the bottom! (Not on the card from the chocolate company. I know they hand-write the card at the store. I'm talking about the corny Easter card I just received tonight.) Like I can't tell?

Let's end on a positive note: it's soccer season, and I just got two shiny and new ice packs. They'll work well for picnics and bike rides as well. Nice.