"Your rocks look awesome wet." -Susannah

I think something is missing in our relationship when I think my parents would be genuinely surprised (not pleasantly surprised, mind you, but relieved) to find out that I am a nice person, an all around good girl, and have friends.

I have never once said anything rude to my roommate. Excluding when I told her I didn't want her on my jury or when I told her I am afraid for the children in her class (she is an elementary school teacher and she had just pronouced the word library as "libary.") But neither were malicious and she laughed at both.
True, I keep my water cooler in my bathroom. I have never pretended I'm good at sharing. But she actually had her water cooler in her bedroom before I ever got mine! So my not placing mine in the kitchen, where my mother had hoped I would, wasn't wrong of me. A titch selfish, but not wrong. If The Roomie had thought it was such a good idea for us to share one why didn't she put hers in the kitchen?

The only mean things I've said to Dorkhead were deserved. Bwa ha ha. No, but really, I am far nicer to the man than people realize. It is mostly only to others that I express my frustration in his idiocy.

I am not antisocial by any means. I am friendly with the people in the office, including outside of our little offices. People in the Corporate Office know me and stop to talk to me. The receptionist and financial department know me by name now. I talk. I smile. I am friendly. SHOCKER.

I am a good girl. Hello, 21-year-old female living parentless in Las Vegas. I could be doing a world of damage. Yet I choose to spend my weekends building relationships with my 5 & 7-year-old nieces instead. I really do not see the need for concern. I don't swear, the closest I've come to alcohol is drinking diet Pepsi from a martini glass, and the amount of rated R movies I've seen can be counted on one hand. Do I own a few Cosmopolitan magazines? Yes. Do I own low-cut shirts? Yes. Do I own two sets of martini glasses, a set of wine gobblets, and a few margarita glasses? Yes.
Does that negate my Good Girl status? No.

I have friends. Why in the world do my parents think I am some sort of antisocial hermit? I have quite a few friends actually; just not in Vegas. If I wanted to do something this weekend I could call up 4 or 5 people right now. In fact I am going out with a group of people this weekend. (So there. haha) I just choose to not spend as much time with them as my parents may wish. Should I be social and have friends and spend time with my peers? Sure. Would I prefer to spend the time with my darling nieces and my adorable nephew? Heck yes. (Have Luke call you "Anannah...Auntie Dsoogie" and you'd want to play with him instead, too.)

You spend 21 years teaching me how to live but won't let go to see if I can do it.

I really don't see what all the worrying about me is about.