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So a few years ago my mom bought my daughter this little plaid school girl looking skirt. It was way too big for her but she was dying to wear it, obviously she couldn't, so it got put away. A couple weeks ago the damn thing got pulled out again and tried on, and *wa la!* it fit. So as you can bet, she's been bugging me ever since to wear it. She didn't have a shirt that matched it, so we had to go get a new shirt - of course, you can *never* just go get a shirt, you end up with 70 bucks worth of Mary Kate and Ashley wanna be bullshit.Skirts and sweaters and matching shoes.. and on and on.



My kid is turning into one of those girly girls with the cute little skirts and matching purses. She wants her nails done and her hair braided - she wants shoes and tights and little butterfly barretts for her hair. I have no idea what to do with this. Obviously if it's what she wants to do I'll go with it, but blech. I don't know what I'm going to do with this kid, hopefully she'll outgrow the princess bullshit. At least she's liking Karate, so she'll be a princess who can kick someone's ass - still don't like it tho.



So I dropped her off at school this morning, all doll'd up to impress Corey, the little blonde surfer boy (again, blech), and went off to the store. It's been really nice here.. which means the allergies are back. After a day on the cheap allergy meds, with the jitters and speed-like side effects I needed my Clariten. On the way out I decided to get my coffee elitist self some Starbucks and they're OUT OF ESPRESSO - What the FUCK is that? They offered me a regular brew with white mocha but it's not the same, so off I went, coffeeless.



So I get in my car and *bang* "what the fuck was that?" Some stupid little cunt in a white mustang parked too fucking close and hit my car with her door. Now I know she saw me because she looked right at me, but did she acknowledge the fact that she just dinged the back door and and got her stupid white paint on my red car? Noooooooooo. So she hops her happy ass out of her car and starts walking into the store. I open the door and said something like, "Hey, what the hell was that?!" She looked back then flipped her hair around and headed back towards the store. A fuckin' princess.



Now I'm an adult, I can't just run up and bash her pretty little princess head into a shopping cart, so I did what any adult would do. I kicked a fucking dent in her pretty little mustang (the whole princess with the white horse thing did not go unnoticed). Now her stupid horse has a bum leg. And do you know why I was able to do this? Because I'm NOT A FUCKING PRINCESS - I have shit kicker boots that are capable of denting a fucking mustang. You can't do that with cute little sling backs on, noooo.



I just can't be raising one of these monstrosities - shallow, spoiled, unsympathetic, thinking the world owes them everything. I just can't do it. This kid will have some depth if I have to pound it into her with my shit kickers (metaphorically speaking of course).



On the bright side, the princess was probably in search of Starbucks, and she didn't get it either .. and then she went outside, all uncaffinated, and saw the dent in her car. Stupid Princess.