warning: wind-up blah, this.
how come bird's [read: wee islander] of my age thereabouts, married with bairn, go about:
1. wearin skanky boob-revealin top's - mutton's and lamb's come to mind
2. copycating exact same long bottled blonde/curly/silky barnet as the next nubile young slut-thingy
3. sitting in a certain "sophisticated" [barf!] manner
and then throughout their whole zzzzzz...worthy conversation, must they state the bleedin obvious - how clever, worldly-wise, social and complete they really are?
it's this pair of full-time housewive's whom i got to know through a mate yesterday. soz, *homemakers* who used to have some excitin top management career - or so they implied - before the sprog's came along.
and who can't stop yakkin about their "angelic" darling's, their likes and dislike's, their excellent grades at school, their temper tantrum's. and oh, how their precocious wee lass walloped some wee laddie at school.
is that some kinda news? oh and repeat ad nauseum.
honestly, are these sad bint's so lacking in personality, identity and self-respect that they have to resort to the above? and more? i mean, what are they tryin to prove?
or are their husband's not payin em enough attention? or are they just feelin sorry [whatever it is] for emselves that they had to boast about their exploit's of non-stop partying till 5 or 6am?
the whole episode was so superficial that i almost gagged. what's more gaggin perplexin was one of em askin the other to get her husband to introduce her some airline pilot's. just because her own husband ain't exactly chuffed with her lifestyle?
poor thing?
regardless, i'm grateful that my life is not as miserable as these sad cows'.
as enscribed by the letter b @ March 11, 2006 02:43 PM | someone's pinged