[ lorelai's first thought is "haha, no" because all she can think about are the strings that are attached to everything; the entitlement of the rich; the vapid, hateful crowd that comes with having that much money. she doesn't miss society — at all. ]
I miss being financially secure.
[ would she love to have twenty pairs of louboutin shoes? jimmy choos? the latest and greatest of fashion and bags and also not have to worry about being able to pay for repairs on the crap shack or her inn? yeah. but she does pretty well for herself and she's proud of that. ]
We're talking so much about me I feel kinda like I'm hogging the conversation. Don't get me wrong -- I loooove talking about me and will probably continue talking about me for as long as we know each other, but I like to be in on all the 411 with people I know.
So tell me about you. I know you're rich, or were rich, so don't worry about that.
[Well. It would take one to know one, wouldn’t it? That doesn’t make him any less annoyed, nor any more eager to talk about his fall from grace.
[Even so.]
Was. My family lost everything, my father is in prison, my mother sends me an obligatory text once a year if she bothers to remember I exist, and I’m a high school Latin teacher to a bunch of stuck up little prep school pricks.
[He has maybe been drinking a little (also, maybe it doesn’t feel so bad to vent this frustration every once in a blue moon, okay?), but it’s not much more than she could learn just by googling his last name. The Whelk Family Scandal was not a quiet one.]
My life isn’t interesting. There isn’t much else to tell.
no subject
I miss being financially secure.
[ would she love to have twenty pairs of louboutin shoes? jimmy choos? the latest and greatest of fashion and bags and also not have to worry about being able to pay for repairs on the crap shack or her inn? yeah. but she does pretty well for herself and she's proud of that. ]
That's about it.
What about you?
no subject
[Oh, please.]
no subject
So tell me about you. I know you're rich, or were rich, so don't worry about that.
no subject
[Even so.]
Was. My family lost everything, my father is in prison, my mother sends me an obligatory text once a year if she bothers to remember I exist, and I’m a high school Latin teacher to a bunch of stuck up little prep school pricks.
[He has maybe been drinking a little (also, maybe it doesn’t feel so bad to vent this frustration every once in a blue moon, okay?), but it’s not much more than she could learn just by googling his last name. The Whelk Family Scandal was not a quiet one.]
My life isn’t interesting. There isn’t much else to tell.
So, now you know everything. Congratulations.
[Well, not everything, of course.]