coming clean

so i told my mom about my cartilage piercing. she didn't respond well but i lived to tell the story and that's better than being murdered in the middle of fashion square mall in arizona...and after everything that has been said today- i have found a new, more "thank god you're my mother" respect for my mom.
you see, there once was a girl who lived next door to me for my entire childhood and this girl, we will call her "heinous bitch", effectively ruined my childhood. maybe you're thinking to yourself "but emma, you're overreacting!" no. i am not....but i've mostly gotten over that and the truth is: it could've been even worse if it weren't for my mom. see, when i was in elementary school i would dread the first day of school every year because i was worried that heinous bitch would be in my class- and every year she would be entirely absent from my educational experience. it wasn't until i got home that heinous bitch got to, well, be a heinous bitch. and as it turns out, my mother requested that she not be in any of my classes. this comes as a great surprise to me because throughout my childhood, heinous bitch did many things and said that i had done them- which angered my mother because there was no proof that it was actually heinous bitch that drew on the walls in my room, or that it was heinous bitch who was stealing things from my brothers. and thus, a trust complex was created between my mother and i. but as it turns out, my mother did in fact acknowledge that heinous bitch was a horrible person...it's sad that i didn't know this until now.
anyhow, i just think it takes a lot of maternal instinct to ask a principal to make sure that your bestfriend's daughter isn't placed in your daughter's classes.

so i'm thankful for my mom but i must say, the umbilical cord WAS cut and my belly button is now only mine and thus, if i desire to have it pierced...why the hell can i not? just sayin'. (rant-age.)

honest(ish),
emma