Daddy's Little Girl

But first something completely off topic. Because it makes me smile. I'm trying to figure out how I can be the next youtube phenom. So far I've got nothing. But I'll keep working on it.

Bed Intruder Song
He's climbin in yo windows.
Snatchin yo people up.
Tryin to rape 'em so ya'll need to
hide yo kids, hide yo wife.
Hide yo kids, hide yo wife.
Hide yo kids, hide yo wife...
And hide yo husbands
Cuz dey rapin everybody out here.
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I've told you before I am a self proclaimed attention whore. I undoubtedly thrive on the attention of others. As the baby of the family, and growing up essentially as an only child I had nothing but attention my entire life. Once I started performing regularly and doing PR for the company I garnered even more attention. Please believe that while I know my attention-mongering could be considered a character flaw, it is a part of who I am. And I embrace it. You should too.

Luckily, while I was drowning in my parents attentions, I was not spoiled. Though I'm loath to admit it; somehow, when I wasn't looking, I managed to grow up. I'll be 21 in just 5 weeks. (And I'm not counting. I had to look at the rugby calendar for that...) I successfully manage my income, pay my bills, and still find time to make out with boys ;-) I like being self sufficient...sort of

I was thinking back over the years, before he married my stepmom, when it was just my Dad and me. At 11 years old I lived in a bachelor pad. For breakfast I ate cereal, in the car on the way to school, in a solo cup. We had dishes but didn't use them. And if we didn't get pizza or take out I had easy mac for dinner. I drank cherry 7up straight from the bottle and only had one set of sheets (which didn't even fit) for my bed. Instead of an alarm clock, by dad rang my doorbell to wake me up in the morning. Back in the day, a well placed Daddy...please! would get me out of school for lunch, or home early when I was sick *cough cough*

I have the "play helpless until someone else does it for me" of a youngest child in conjuction with the self centered narcissism of an only child. The makings of a first class brat if there ever was one. I'm definitely self centered. I come off as arrogant, but I like to think I'm not a narcissist. - He was in love with himself. I just think I'm okay. - It's true though, that I probably don't have the patience to deal with people, and I never had to. Patience is a virtue that I lack. I'd liked to have what I want, when I want it, thank you very much. It's probably why I'm such a big fan of delivery.

Between my two sisters and three stepsisters, my parents have a whopping 11 grandchildren. That should keep them satisfied for awhile... and I get to play with the babies without that whole motherhood thing =) See, I don't have to do much. Thanks for handling that part, sisters. Daddy, I hope that should I make it to the wedding phase and decide to broach the topic of motherhood you a) won't be too worn out and b) realize that as much as I like to think otherwise I'll never be too grown up to need my Dad.

No matter how old I am I will always be my Daddy's Little Girl. And the rest is still UNwritten