my mother isn’t returning my calls. I’m worried that she’s lying in a ditch somewhere. there’s something painfully funny about that. I just laaaaaugh and laugh and laugh. yup. oh yeah. crap.
i’ve been in the “unsafe” writing stages before {relating to your previous blog}. it took years for me to realize I had to OWN and SUPPORT what i’d released. writing it is just the beginning, y’know? i’ve been “the cowardly lioness” before… and that made me run on fumes… i’m not sure how to explain “where” i’ve come; to some it may seem to be a place that lacks emotional response. however, i can only say that i’ve learned to observe more than i absorb. those i used to be victimized by… i GAVE them the hammer to smash me with. i didn’t have faith in myself -didn’t believe that i DIDN’T HAVE TO BELIEVE what those who WEREN’T supporting me believed.
i’ve worked with children’s services for years and i DON’T BELIEVE that HOW you’ve expressed yourself HERE would elicit having your kids being taken from you. if anything, i feel that parents who tend to their own needs ~emotionally and mentally, as we do on xanga~ can be the very best. let ‘em take note of THAT…!
u are not serious are you?
gawd i hope you are being facetious
well, I’m genuinely worried… but it’s just likely she’s too worn out to take my calls. I kind of found it funny in that dark humour kind of way; all the nights she didn’t know where I was at 2am, and now it’s ME worrying about her. and of course, worrying that she’s avoiding me. likely it has nothing to do with me at all.
It’s funny in an ironic, quirky way. I’ve mothered my own mother ever since I can remember. It’s not a good place to be in.
Dude, stop taking responsibility over the entire freakin’ world. It’s not in the contract.
I think there’s always been a side of me that expects to find my mom in a ditch somewhere…but that’s something else entireley. I am sure she’s fine. Sorry you’re experiencing the angst.
Insomnia sucks.
Yes, a little ironic, and let me just say that I’m a big Opus fan.
And when she finally gets in, be sure to suspend her computer privileges indefinitely!
o.O
When you get back in touch with her, ask if she was wearing clean underwear.
Eek.
oh life’s irony, isn’t it swell?
you can have mine, they’re practically interchangable.
love and bunnies
I think i’m getting a better picture as to why the sudden (seemingly sudden) change in posting style. I wish you lots of luck, and I’ll add a few pins to my voodoo doll in your honor and for your bidding.
ROFL.. I clicked .. That was sooo cute!
Did you ever get ahold of her? Harumph! The nerve, she calls you at 2 am and doesnt answer when you call? I think she needs beeper.
Stop worrying.
i can’t prop ya no more, you’ll be glad to know.
I just don’t understand what’s got her upset, truly-what have you written that’s so gall darn offensive? -M
I suspect “cracked crispy fuckmonster”, for one… I wasn’t allowed to say “butt” when I was living with her.
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i’ve been in the “unsafe” writing stages before {relating to your previous blog}. it took years for me to realize I had to OWN and SUPPORT what i’d released. writing it is just the beginning, y’know? i’ve been “the cowardly lioness” before… and that made me run on fumes… i’m not sure how to explain “where” i’ve come; to some it may seem to be a place that lacks emotional response. however, i can only say that i’ve learned to observe more than i absorb. those i used to be victimized by… i GAVE them the hammer to smash me with. i didn’t have faith in myself -didn’t believe that i DIDN’T HAVE TO BELIEVE what those who WEREN’T supporting me believed.
i’ve worked with children’s services for years and i DON’T BELIEVE that HOW you’ve expressed yourself HERE would elicit having your kids being taken from you. if anything, i feel that parents who tend to their own needs ~emotionally and mentally, as we do on xanga~ can be the very best. let ‘em take note of THAT…!
u are not serious are you?
gawd i hope you are being facetious
well, I’m genuinely worried… but it’s just likely she’s too worn out to take my calls. I kind of found it funny in that dark humour kind of way; all the nights she didn’t know where I was at 2am, and now it’s ME worrying about her. and of course, worrying that she’s avoiding me. likely it has nothing to do with me at all.
poop <- click there
It’s funny in an ironic, quirky way. I’ve mothered my own mother ever since I can remember. It’s not a good place to be in.
Dude, stop taking responsibility over the entire freakin’ world. It’s not in the contract.
I think there’s always been a side of me that expects to find my mom in a ditch somewhere…but that’s something else entireley. I am sure she’s fine. Sorry you’re experiencing the angst.
Insomnia sucks.
Yes, a little ironic, and let me just say that I’m a big Opus fan.
And when she finally gets in, be sure to suspend her computer privileges indefinitely!
o.O
When you get back in touch with her, ask if she was wearing clean underwear.
Eek.
oh life’s irony, isn’t it swell?
you can have mine, they’re practically interchangable.
love and bunnies
I think i’m getting a better picture as to why the sudden (seemingly sudden) change in posting style. I wish you lots of luck, and I’ll add a few pins to my voodoo doll in your honor and for your bidding.
ROFL.. I clicked .. That was sooo cute!
Did you ever get ahold of her? Harumph! The nerve, she calls you at 2 am and doesnt answer when you call? I think she needs beeper.
Stop worrying.
i can’t prop ya no more, you’ll be glad to know.
I just don’t understand what’s got her upset, truly-what have you written that’s so gall darn offensive?
-M
I suspect “cracked crispy fuckmonster”, for one… I wasn’t allowed to say “butt” when I was living with her.