omigod (she strikes again)
chris came in to get me today to say that his ma had struck again... FIVE emails, did i want to read? he hadn't really read them, but he knows i get a kick out of her craziness, so i was welcome to peruse them if i wanted. it was a mistake.
i'm not going to really go there
entirely, but... uhh... part of it was that i am not pretty. insert a story of a guy she knows that married a norwegian girl (yes, norwegian) that is "ten times" prettier than me whose family were dairy farmers. so yeah, not only
was she ten times prettier than me, but her family took out a loan so that she could buy a house because they explained to her that in taiwanese families, the wife brings the house. is this that chris needs a second house? a third? wha? anyway, she is now learning to be a good chinese wife and can eat her whatever beef dish with chopsticks like a pro. a dig at my vegetarianism? i dunno.
lots of the emails focused on how pretty i am not. the only thing that is pretty about me
is my hair, and that can come out of a clairol bottle. she brought up chris's former love, who was "a beauty queen" and could at least make chris look good from the outside. but stacey, oh stacey... what does stacey have to offer? nothing.
i know she's psycho. i know this. but regardless... to have someone say that about you hurts anyhow. a lot. it was around the beauty queen email that i got up and left the computer and went to straighten up the bathroom, which is what i do when i'm upset. i only looked at parts of a few emails. thank god; i'd hate to see what else she said about me. i don't know if it can be worse than being called unattractive and basically nothing, but i suppose she probably could think of something...
all i gotta say that, if ANY OF MY SELF ESTEEM survives this year, i'll be amazed. between school and this... um, yeah.
on the bright side, she's pretty much a banished subject. communications from her are banished. miserable, miserable person.