Daddy's Girl

I complain too much. So today I told my dad that I need poor friends because all my friends are rich (too true) and they can do anything they want but I can't afford it and they don't UNDERSTAND it. My dad asked me what they do that I can't afford and I said, "I dunno... go to concerts and stuff..." and he said he'd pay for me to go to any concert I wanted.

Now, it's not really about going to concerts because God knows I'm content with my mp3 player and watching television. I actually prefer that over being smushed in a crowded auditorium while going deaf. But I do wonder if Broadway shows count as concerts? Probably not. Any concert I want to go to, I could get in a lot cheaper than doing the whole Broadway thing.

And, in the end, I don't want to be those people who get their parents to pay for everything. I hate those people. I want to work hard and earn my own money and get the things I want. I'm not fucking 12 years old, you know? So, in the mean time, I really am happy to be where I am at.