Do you ever have days where your life feels like Africa?

I mean, in the sense of being incomprehensively complex, absolutely crawling with problems, and whenever anyone tries to help they make the difficult problems completely hopeless? Also, at any given time you might be ethnically cleansed, mutilated or forcibly infected with an incurable virus?

Well, I can't really say that's been me lately.

But something tells me I really need a man. My feminist guardian angels might be shaking their heads in dissappointment, but I do need one. God knows where he's going to come from, and I'm not expecting perfection, love, or even similar taste in movies. Just someone with decent arm muscles who for some reason, opts to like me.

Does my mom not realize how her voice echoes throughout our house, and that I can hear every unflattering thing she says about me, every catty remark on the phone, that she mangles the details of every story she tells? Why do moms never catch on to things? I hope I never become one.