september 25th, 2008

dear public

it's me again. i had the worst day ever. my daddy asked me to clean my room last night. so i did what literally everyone else does when they need something clean and i yelled at the housekeeper to do it. and then this morning he came into my room, and yelled at ME because i yelled at the housekeeper. 

he was all "olive, you need to learn respect." and i was all 'who cares? she's a housekeeper." and then he had the audacity to call me a spoiled brat. and then i said " but i'm not spoiled dad. spoiled people are fat." and then he got really mad, and told me i wasn't allowed to ask our workers for anything anymore.

so all day, i've had to be my own worker, and it's exhausting. i had to make my own food, clean my own room, do my own laundry. it was like i was being held for ransom by some crazy guy and he was torturing me. 

and the worst part of the day..... no drivers. and i don't have a licence. so i had to walk. i tried to tell my daddy that you can't exactly walk in 6-inch louboutins, but he said he didn't care.

doing everything myself today made me realize how much i love being rich, and i wouldn't give it up for the world. because everyone knows that when you're rich and you're pretty, you can get away with anything. 

bye