November 10, 2012: D
My mom tried to force me into a blue polo before dinner.
I hate polos.
Seriously. If I could choose between going shirtless and wearing a polo – and it's almost winter, remember – I would go shirtless.
My mother did not agree, and said, "No shoes, no shirt, no service."
I pointed out I didn't want to go to the dinner in the first place, and she sighed, pleading with me to wear the stupid shirt.
I firmly said no, and Dad sighed and told me it would make my mother happy and he would appreciate it if I did.
I looked at him.
He looked back.
"No."
Mom gave up after a while, and instead we negotiated a black polo with ripped black jeans.
Which is closer to my normal attire, but I still hate polos.
And Ratchet.
I hate Ratchet, too.
I made Fang such a girl. :3
~Anna Ride