You can call us Aaron Burr, from the way we're droppin Hamiltons

Back to school shopping. Day 2. The Labor Day Sale incident. It's a jungle out there, bring spiked heels.

I'm trying to bond more with my Mom since the sullen teenager bit is running a bit stale. And really, what do I have to be angry about? The clan (because us Scots/Irish are all like that) is much stronger for it. Unfortunately, my Dad has grown increasingly mopey as the date of my departure grows near. I actually thought of him as "emo" today, but that seems inappropriate for someone over 30. That got me thinking about the ownership of words (bitch or nigga or rich), a mental dialouge I'll spare you.

My Mom misdirected tourists today by accident, sending them East instead of West (fuck the East Side man). By the time we realized, they were already 2 blocks gone. I wish I'd taken a moral reasoning class to know what I should've done next, because now I feel guilty. PS- I had initially given them the right directions until she contradicted me, I'm just saying.

I was looking at the PostSecret website today. If I wrote into them, I might say "I actually like that I bite my nails." But now I just told you all, so scratch that.