I guess....
Since Ed hasn't linked our new blogs on the main page yet, I have to do it
myself, sort of.
If, for some lame reason, you desire to read my latest crap, it's all
right HERE.
Posted at 10:54 # G
Okay...
So my birthday didn't ENTIRELY suck. I got a goofy e-card from Linda.
Rick took me out for chinese food, ignoring Marcella's protests.
And I got a new dragon for my collection, Norbert from Harry Potter.
He's SO cool, and HUGE. His wingspan is about a foot!
There were a few other dragons I wanted, from a new collection by Mega-Blocks,
but the line at layaway was too damned long, and the clerks vanished, so I
gave up. But I'll get my dragons some day. :)
Posted at 23:24 # G
That's it, I'm done...
As far as birthdays go, this one sucks snail snot. So far, I've had a
fight with my sister, a message from my hubby that he's going to be home
late, and a messy house.
I think I should go back to bed. I was happy in bed.
Posted at 17:10 # G
Things I miss...
Chocolate.
Von's Deli potato wedges.
REGULAR cream cheese.
Cheese.
Egg salad sandwiches.
Posted at 22:59 # G
La Leche philosophy gone out of control..
In a recent story reported by ABC news, a mother in Illinois has been
brought up on child abuse charges by the state, because she still
breastfeeds her eight-year old son.
Now, I don't know if this qualfies as child abuse per se, but it surely
qualifies as WEIRD. Even La Leche League, on its web site, only advocates
breastfeeding for the first full year after a baby is born. I'm sure even
the most FANATICAL members of La Leche would draw the line well before EIGHT
years old.
Ed says that boy is going to grow up with a serious boob fixation. He's probably
right. I figure he's also going to grow up a total momma's boy, and end
up marrying a domineering woman with large breasts.
Poor kid.
Posted at 21:09 # G
Ghosts from the past..
And not the ones I want, either. For some reason, a woman I used to be
friends with, and blew off because I couldn't take her anymore, is sending
me forwarded emails, after not speaking to her for almost a year. I guess
she's hoping that I'll see the message is from her, and feel compelled to
send a more personal, "HEY, how you doing, missed you!" response.
Not gonna happen, dear. I happen to not liked being abused, demeaned, belittled,
and badgered. I like friends who don't one instant tell me how pathetic
my husband or my life is, and then turn around and ask me to babysit their
kids for no money. Just not my idea of a healthy friendship.
Posted at 20:43 # G
Found: Missing Sister In Scotland.
Hurrah, Helena's no longer missing! After trying for two weeks to track
her down, and fearing she'd fallen off the planet, she finally called me
today to touch base and let me know she was still alive. Apparently she'd
changed her phone number and NOT bothered to tell her sister/best friend.
DUDE!
The bad news is, she's not coming the end of this month, like she was supposed
to. Now she's not coming until Christmas. :( But at least she's still coming.
She'd BETTER, because if she doesn't, I'm going to Scotland to GET HER!
Posted at 14:59 # G
Well...
I've finally found a use for Rick's blog, since he won't use it. Rick suffers
from a phobia of learning anything he thinks might be too complicated for him.
Which is silly, because he's really intelligent, so he CAN learn. I think
he just doesn't want us to know what he's thinking. :)
Posted at 12:42 # G
It's a conspiracy...
The world is conspiring against me, I swear.
The first time the girls and I went to the pool late at night, there was
NO ONE in the pool. We had it all to ourselves until security locked it
for the night. So I decided this was a great way for me to get my daily
exercise. It felt good, because it's been so damned hot out here, and
when I really swim laps, it's a good, hard, aerobic workout, and it leaves
me tired but happy. I slept pretty good after those first few nights.
But...ever since I decided to make a habit of this, every damn time we go
to the pool now, it's full of loud, rude, obnoxious people, who won't let
me swim even a couple of laps without someone landing on my head. Last night
I toughed it out and swam anyway, but tonight someone nearly tossed a football
on my head, and that was it. To make matters worse, they kept propping the gate
wide open, which bothers me. Hello, it's called SAFETY and common sense, assholes.
Sigh...I'm just going to go up to Dr. Bob's gym and hit the equipment there.
It's not as much fun, but I need my workout. :(
Posted at 22:11 # G
Life or something resembling it.
Life is actually improving of late. I think maybe it's mostly my change
in attitude, my change of diet, my change of habits. I don't think anything
around me has really changed all that much. I think it's all me. Which can't
be but a good thing.
Rick almost made me cry last night. He told me that he was really, really
proud of how hard I've worked to change my diet, and lose weight and get
healthy. And then tonight he announced that he's going to start eating with me,
instead of still eating his way. For one, he feels it'll support me, make me
feel less alone. For two, he had a huge thing of nachos for dinner, while I had
a lean steak, chinese noodles and veggies. He was full and groggy after dinner,
and I was satisfied but not bloated. I think he now sees the merit of "my" way
of life. :)
The best part of what I have done is that I'm setting a better example for
Marcella. She's been eating more veggies than she had been, and wanting
granola bars instead of cookies. SHE says she's doing all this to be supportive,
but the side benefit of this is that she'll be healthier too. Not that she's
unhealthy, but there IS room for improvement.
Rick played hockey with the boys today, and while he still can't skate that
great yet, he's trying, and more importantly, he's having fun. And he's
EXERCISING!
Now my munchkin and I are sitting here, with the TV off for a change, listening
to music while she does a project for school. I helped, but not so much the
teacher will know she had help. The coolest part? I've been pushing Marcella
a little bit about school work, not too much, but little things like doing a few
more things than the teacher asked for on this project. I told her the little
extras show the teacher you're working hard, and they don't take that much extra time.
And she's cheerfully going along with Mommy's "madness" and doing a lot of
extra work on this report. This is her drawing of the Seal of California.
Pretty damned good, I think! I'm so proud of my kid, she's doing such a good
job of things. Now, if we could only work on that attitude problem of hers.
(Can't imagine WHERE she got that from.)
Posted at 21:46 # G
A happy blog, of a sort.
Just so everyone doesn't think I just use my blog to complain all the time,
I actually have several things to be really happy about today.
1. My change of lifestyle plan is already working. I already feel healthier,
more alert. I haven't lost much weight yet, but it'll happen now, I feel it.
2. Rent gets paid on TIME this month. And August is an extra check month
for Rick, so bills will stay caught up. Yay!
3. I didn't have to yell at Marcella seriously at all today. Minor admonitions,
nothing more. I like days like that.
4. Vicky thanked me for helping Abel learn to speak more clearly. I figure
that by almost four years old, that kid ought to talk a HELL of a lot better
than he does, so I've been coaching him a little. And it's working.
5. I fixed my little tabletop fountain last night, so now I have soothing water
sounds next to me again. Next to find a better placement for the zen rock garden.
6. I got some "horizontal exercise" today.
7. I'm having a GREAT hair day. And the makeup is looking good too.
8. I probably have Saturday off.
9. My house is a mess, and for once, instead of being depressed about it,
I'm looking at it as an opportunity to put on some Blink 182 tomorrow, and
keep active, which burns calories.
10. I followed Dr. Bob's advice, and parked far from the stores instead of
close. That means walking, which means being more active, which means yet ano
another step towards getting more fit.
Posted at 21:46 # G
Insomnia Sucks
And insensitive neighbors just make it worse. There's nothing like loud
TV's droning thru the walls to help make a sleepless night even more
sleepless. If it was just my husband's snoring, I could deal with that.
But I can't deal with the snoring, AND the loud TV, AND the thundering
footsteps overhead, not to mention the screaming toddler at 1 am. Who
the HELL has their kid up at that hour?? Thank goodness they moved out
today. Now to find a solution to Loud Man In The Back. I am so exhausted,
I don't know if I can remember the last time I had a good night's sleep.
It's been a few weeks at least. And people sometimes wonder why I'm
bitchy all the time.
Posted at 00:50 # G
No more...
I am so tired of being in pain. I feel like I'm never NOT in pain anymore.
Most people don't ever know it, because I don't talk about it much. I don't
want to look like some sort of hypochondriac whiner. So I keep it to myself,
mostly.
But sometimes, when someone is whining to me about how they can't help me
with household chores because their shoulder hurts, or their legs hurt, or
whatever other excuse various people want to use, I feel like just unloading
all over them. I feel like telling them, in graphic detail, what I live with
every day. The constant burning pain in my back. The frequent headaches.
The sore joints. And whatever else sometimes hurts.
But somehow, I don't think some people will care. Whatever gets them out of
chores, right?
Posted at 12:49 # G
I don't always get to be right..
But I love it when I get that one special chance to be so right.
Just goes to prove....Larry and I were SOBER back in those days.
HAH!!!
Posted at 02:20 # G
WT in the IE (White Trash in the Inland Empire)
You know, the oddest thing came up recently in my "hood". It seems some
of the neighborhood kids have been getting picked on for being "white
trash". One of the boys I know really well, Anthony, almost got into
a knock down fight two days ago with a boy who told him he was white trash.
These are some pretty ordinary kids, from working class families.
They're not poor, per se, but they'll never be rich either. For the most
part, these kids that are being picked on come from good homes, from good
parents, and are basically good kids. In fact, some of the kids labeling others
as white trash are from the same kind of family. So why the negative label?
Unfortunately, I can't answer that for any of these kids. They tell me
this is happening to them, and I can't offer much of a reason for it. All
I could do was tell them, hey, if people want to slap a meaningless label
on you, embrace it and make it yours. When some asshole calls you white
trash, holler out "darn right! WT in the IE man!!". The other kids will
tire of their game if they can't upset you. I told Anthony, "Dude,
I'm white trash too, if you are, so rock on!", and raised one fist in the air
in defiant salute. To which he solemnly raised
one fist into the air, with both a look of defiance, and relief, on his small
face. I guess the label hurts less when someone you look up to endorses it.
It just goes to show, you don't have to be black or hispanic to suffer
variations on racism. You don't have to have dark skin to suffer bias
and bigotry. Racism can hurt even if your skin is white.
Just ask Anthony.
Posted at 19:40 # G
I want a beer
And not just any beer. I want a Russian Imperial Stout. I want a beer
so rich and so dark, that light cannot escape it. Black hole beer, that's
what I want. Served icy, icy, icy cold.
I hate Riverside. It is too damned hot out here. We're happy if we can
get the air conditioner to maintain 80 degrees. Yes, 80 degrees. At night.
I really want a cold Stout.
Posted at 21:40 # G
Lysa's Turn to Clarify Some Things...
Okay, let's set the record straight here. Not that there's been any
DIRECT confusion, but more like an indication that confusion is there.
I think it's important to set straight what myself, and probably some
of my circle of friends stand for nowadays, now that we're "grown up".
We still believe that racism is wrong. No one should ever be treated
differently because of the color of their skin. Sexism is wrong. A woman
can do what a man can do, and should get paid what he gets paid for it. Rape
is a crime. No one should give up their power over their bodies to anyone.
We're still pro-choice. When you're scared, and pregnant, not one of the three
major decisions available to you is a WRONG decision, if it's the one that is
most right for YOU.
Homosexuals have a right to exist. No one can tell you who to love and how to live.
Cruelty to animals is heinous. Just because we eat meat,
doesn't mean we condone veal calves, testing cosmetics on bunnies, wearing
fur, burning cats whiskers to "teach them a lesson", starving a dog because
you forgot it was there, or any of the thousands of myriad ways mankind
can fuck with our animal cousins. We still believe in trying to do what
we can to save the planet. We just now realize that it's better to tackle
the LITTLE things you CAN do, like recycling all of your cans and bottles,
than it is to TALK about EVERYTHING you SHOULD do. We still want world peace.
We're just now pretty sure that peace will take a lot of sweat, blood, tears,
and sacrifices to gain. Nothing worth having ever comes without a price,
as our forefathers learned when some of them died to free us from England. We
still believe that exploitation by the wealthy class sucks. But we've learned
that money makes the world go round, and we want more of it than we've had.
We don't want to be rich bastards who fuck over the little guys. We just want
to be able to have the important things, like a reliable car, and not have
to worry where dinner is coming from, ever. We still believe in saving whales,
protecting the owls, preserving the buffalo, whatever. After all, when a species dies,
the Earth dies a little more. But we've learned that for every species out there in
danger of dying out, there's already a thousand people trying to save it. They've got
enough help. We can concentrate on more immediate concerns. Like seat belts on school
buses.
Growing up doesn't mean selling out, or giving up. It just means learning, changing, shaping,
adapting, accepting and believing.
Posted at 14:58 # G
The nature of repression..
My best friend said something really interesting on the Fourth of July.
He said that he had experienced more repression during his years in the
punk scene than in his entire Catholic upbringing. We're trying to get
him to blog that, it was a really cool line of thought.
During the Independence Day
festivities, I came to realize something....
he is so right. Before I started hanging out with punks, I was a semi-patriotic
American. Basically, my philosophy was, America's damaged, and there's
a lot wrong with it, but it's my country, and I wouldn't live
anywhere else in the whole world. I love my nation with all my heart.
Does anyone remember Bloom County?
One of the characters in that comic said
it best, that America's still a good ol' broad.
During the Persian Gulf, a lot
of radio stations were playing this song "I'm proud to be an American, where at
least I know I'm free", and my heart use to swell with pride every time it played.
Then, during the years I was "busy being punk", I had to hide all that from most
people I knew, because that wasn't a real popular sentiment, and flags were frequently
defaced rather than waved. So I hid my heart, and got rid of my flags, and tried real
hard to be a good little anarchist, trying to change the world. But I grew up and
learned something....anarchy isn't going to change SHIT,
and much of punk is silly. The only way to save America
is to learn to use the system
she has in place, and force it to change things for the
better. My philosophy right now is, love America,
or get the fuck out of my country. Make
it better, or make tracks, because I have no patience for anti-American sentiment anymore.
I'm going to hang my flag,
and I'm going to sing the National Anthem
(off key) and I'll eat burgers on the 4th of July, and I going to be proud of living in the best damn country in the world.
Posted at 10:53 # G
I hate geckos.
Okay, not all Geckos. Just one gecko. Gex. I dispise that little bastard.
He's making my life a living hell.
And yet I can't stop. I must finish.....
Posted at 09:53 # G
Here we go again...
Once again, I express an opinion somewhere, and it's not popular. It seems
like I'm always appearing to put my foot in it, so to speak. Well, I don't
fucking care anymore. Lysa is really sick and tired of being the peacekeeper,
of never saying shit with a mouthful, of always being afraid to say what
I really feel for fear of offending a friend. All my life, I have been the
type of person to bust my ass to keep peace with my friends. I will put
up with the most unbelievable amount of crap from a person I call a friend
before I get mad enough to tell them off. And you know what? It's stupid.
Really damn stupid. It's caused me all sorts of anguish, and stress, and
enough is enough.
What I feel is what I feel. I'm a very emotional person, and everything around
me affects me deeper than it probably should. I can't help it. It's who and
what I am. I post to this blog to get what I feel off my chest, because anymore,
my chest can't take the weight. My heart can't either. I need to put it somewhere,
and Ed gave me an place. I don't actually expect anyone to read it, and frankly,
until recently, I was fairly sure no one did. I don't expect anyone who does read
it to agree with me, or like what I said, or dislike it, or whatever. THIS IS THE
CRAP THAT'S IN MY HEAD, nothing more. If you don't like it, get over it, I don't
need to hear about it, and I don't need to justify myself to any asshole who doesn't
like what I said. I didn't tie you to the screen, put a gun to your head, and make you
read the black crap from my head. Go read something else that won't offend you, because I
can promise you, at some point in time, I PROBABLY WILL. Not intentionally, but it'll happen.
Posted at 13:10 # G
Complete Waste of Time
There is not too many things more annoying than when you have a stretch
of hours that becomes time you'll never get back. IE, every moment was
wasted.
Band practice didn't used to be a waste of time. Everyone used to have
fun, they used to like each other, and being in the band. They were mostly
always one time, and they actually played music through the whole thing.
Everything they stood for was basically the same, and they all connected.
Now, they've all shifted. Ed has stopped being a pacifist vegetarian. (thank
goodness). He's chowing on sushi and cheeseburgers, and advocating dropping bombs on the
Middle East. He pretty much now thinks most of the "punk scene" is bullshit,
a bunch of whiny spoiled kids who think they're making some difference.
Rick isn't the cheerful peace punk he used to be. I know some
people blame me for that, but they don't understand, all I've ever done is
incourage him to be himself, and to be happy. And apparently fish sandwiches
and police chases on TV work for him. Larry found that happiness could
be found in a pastrami sandwich, and that "punk" annoyed him more than
he ever thought possible. All the ranting and the whining. It just doesn't
do it for him.
Then we come to Mat, who still believes a lot of the hype, refuses to
stop being a veg-head, and thrives on the punk image. And yet, he's taken
a job doing graphic art for some rap artist, some of which apparently
involves images which are far beyond acceptable porn. This doesn't seem all
that punk to me. He's also caught up in a lot of really bad stuff in his
personal life, and he can't see what's going on around him, in his friends
and in the band.
Then there's Sean, who still believes in all the old ideals we all believed
ten years ago, with all his heart. He still talks the talk, rants the rant,
still believes all this can make a difference. It's a little endearing, and
yet, a little sad. It's like while all the rest of us were growing up,
he got locked in time and forgot to. The Peter Pan of Punk, if you will
forgive the cheesy cliche.
And what about me? I got into punk for a boy. I became a vegetarian for a
boy. Not exactly noble reasons, but I was "in like", and happy, and it
seemed like a good idea anyway. Why wouldn't it? Here was a whole sub-culture
of people who believed in a lot of things I'd always believed anyway. I
felt "in place" for the first time in my messed up life. I belonged. I had
a boyfriend who was good for me, I had new friends, a new life, and it was so
much fun. But then things changed, and I changed. The boy and I moved on.
Then came another, and I married him. Then came a kid, and years later,
suddenly all that wonderful cool stuff seemed a million years away, and it
seemed childish and silly. Special, but no longer important. Does that make
sense? I guess I just grew up, and so did Rick, and Ed, and Larry, and so
many others. But not all of them.
So now we come to this sorry stand-off, the Politically Incorrect Pastrami
Chomping Warheads vs. the Veg-head Leftover Pacifist Punks, and no one's happy,
and no one really talks about it to the people they should talk about it, and
everyone's angry, and bitter, and hurt. Not to mention bored and dissatisfied.
This should have been over a long time ago, I think. But it's hard to let go
of something that once meant so much. So they cling, and get more unhappy.
It's time to let go, time for them to move on. Some of them know it. Rick knew
it months ago. Ed did too, he just didn't want to admit it. Larry's wondering
how he got in the middle of this in the first place. I really hope something
will come out of the ashes, because Rick, Ed, and Lare all get along so great,
and they have so much talent and creativity. Mat and Sean do to, but it's in a
different direction now, they need to find their own paths. Who knows, maybe
a couple of different projects will rise out of the ashes of the once mighty
Litmus Green.
Posted at 21:32 # G
Validation...
Just when you're feeling lower than low, one friend says you've made sense,
and your bestest twin calls from Scotland to tell you that
you're awesome and fuck anyone else who doesn't think so.
Posted at 15:27 # G
Oh, and I almost forgot...
Fuck the Pledge of Allegiance. I got teased hard in school for refusing
to say it becaue it said "under god". It may be an American non-Christian's
right to not have to say the pledge, but that doesn't mean your right is
going to be accepted by the masses. So fuck the masses, fuck the Pledge,
and fuck everyone who tells me the Pledge is harmless.
Posted at 13:37 # G
Politically Incorrect Anonymous
My name is Lysa, and I'm no longer a vegetarian.
Actually, my political incorrectness runs a great deal deeper than that. I may
lose some friends over this, but what the fuck, I'm tired of hiding.
I think that gays deserve no greater amount of rights than I do. They have
the right to fuck whoever they want, but I don't want to know about it,
and I don't think they should have any more legal rights than I do because
I'm hetero. Hey, I want to have a Hetero Pride Parade down Main Street! Oh,
and while I support a man's right to be with another man if that makes him happy,
damn, I still think it's gross when I have to see two men kiss.
I think blacks need to get over themselves already. They've won their rights.
Now, they need to live up to Dr. King's teachings, and live alongside the
rest of us, not in constant conflict. They just make themselves look stupid,
and they do too many things which perpetuate negative stereotypes of themselves.
Guess what assholes? Wearing pants slung so low that we have to look at your
ass, it isn't hip, it just makes you look like a dumbass in oversized pants.
I think it's unfair that there's a Black History Month, but no White History Month,
Mexican History Month, Russian History Month, Jewish History Month, or Plain Women Who
Love To Dress Like Eleanor Roosevelt Month. Just because I'm white, and proud of my heritage,
that makes me a Neo-Nazi-Card-Carrying member of the KKK? Hey, some of my ancestors know more
about being oppressed than any black person. Try asking a Scot what it's like to
have your country denied the right to exist for several hundred years. Ask them about
their ancestors being executed for dressing Scottish.
I think that, while it's wonderful that Halle Berry won an Oscar, being a fantastic,
beautiful and talented actress, it's really unfair to make such a big deal out of her
being the first black woman to win Best Actress. While it may be true, the fact is that
she's not the only black actress to win an Oscar. She's not even the first black actress
to be nominated for Best. Let's not negate Oscars won by black actresses who
went before her.
I think that Mexicans really do sometimes bring down a neighborhood. Not always,
but many times, California neighborhoods full of what my Latina friend Vicky
calls "wabs" really do look worse than everywhere else. What, just because your
ass was born in Mexico, you can't run a lawnmower or swing a freakin paintbrush?
I think women's libbers are mostly a bunch of whiney, bitter, dateless, ugly hags
who are just pissed off at the world because they can't get laid. They always tell
me that they're for my rights and issues, but the issues they're whining about
aren't the same ones which piss me off. I don't really give a crap about the
glass ceiling facing a stick-up-the-ass white woman who makes $80 grand a year, and thinks
it's not enough. Let that bitch have to live on mac & cheese for a week, then
we'll talk. I don't really care about the "youthful appearance issue" facing rich, white
TV anchorwomen. Bitch, you've made a million bucks, go get a talk show and shut up.
Let's talk instead about how middle and lower middle class women can't
get a doctor to really pay attention to them. Or how mechanics snigger behind their
hands when a woman like me tells them what's wrong with my car. Let's talk
about the possible correlation between the scantiness of women's fashions and the steady
rise in rape. Let's talk about fashions period, and why the good clothes are all
designed for twig-shaped women, when most women don't look like that.
I think "alternative lifestyles" are sick. If you feel the need to prance around in a
harness and saddle snorting like a horse to get sexual gratification, that's just plain
weird, it's not cool, it's not special, it's just twisted. And have you ever noticed, that
almost every single one of these free-love/pony sex/latex fetish/tantric love freaks are
all ugly?
I think it really is entirely possible that Muslims really are a bunch of everyone-hating
fanatics running around declaring jihad on everyone who isn't a Muslim. I've been defending
them for years, telling folks that true Muslim teaches love and acceptance. Well, fuck,
if that's true, why does it seem like 90% of the world's problems and hatred stem from
nearly every country that is predominantly muslim??
I think war is a bad thing. I think war against mean-tempered, evil, bigoted, fanatical assholes,
is a good thing. Nukes are still bad, I'm a Cold War Child after all. But if a well-placed nuke
is what it takes to shut up an Osama, or a Saddam, or whoever else, hey, lob a nuke and
crack a beer to celebrate.
And I'm not going to apologize for any of this, and if you don't like it, you can go fuck a
gay whale.
Posted at 13:29 # G
Exhausted
My friend Gary said something
really weird to me the other day. I was unloading to him, and he said,
you know, your life is way more exciting than mine. Now, I've often
thought of my life as pretty straightforward and ordinary. But then
I thought hard about everything I'd been telling him, and I realized,
it's not that ordinary after all.
I have friends who have addiction problems, friends who are
depressed and unhappy. My husband is unhappy about things
I can't fix.
I have a friend who is a 31 year old virgin still living at home. Another
friend is a single mom with four kids living in a flimsy trailer in Moreno Valley,
listening to gunshots go off in the neighborhood around them. Gary's wife of nine months
just left him for a talentless, jobless poet, leaving her two year-old son with Gary,
who is not his biological father. My oldest friend of 20 years is trapped in a
bizarre relationship with a man who left his wife for her, and then left her for
someone else, but who still claims he wants a life with her.
My mother has been going through menopause for the last 8 years, but only admits
to 2. My grandparents both died within six months of each other a year ago.
Most of my family is dead or not speaking to each other. I owe the IRS $7,000 in taxes
for a job I now hate doing. The job I want, I am going to have to shell out a lot of
money to actually get, because I have to take classes, and pay to get finger printed.
None of which I can afford right now. Catch-22.
I have so much to deal with, and I'm getting so worn out. I will NEVER EVER stop
caring about my friends, and their problems. And I will NEVER stop listening, being
sympathetic, offering comfort or advice. I will always care about my family, my mom,
my dad, even my sorry excuse for a little sister. But sometimes, I wish I could
take a really long vacation and go somewhere where I didn't have to deal with all
of it for a few days.
And just once, I'd like someone, anyone to call me up and ask me how I'm REALLY doing, and
have them actually interested in knowing. Because most of the time, they change the subject on me.
Current Mood: Depressed
Current Music: 3rd Strike - No Light
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