LJ, Gone, and my Mom
Oct. 21st, 2001 03:24 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
butterflyI hate that livejournal's been down for so long. I've grown pretty addicted to it. Can't blame the guys though, they're doing the best they can.
I'm listening to the completely spanish version of Gone. It's gorgeous. Not being a speaker of the language(or any language other than this one, a year of French, a year of Spanish, living in Germany for three years, and a summer of Italian not counting because a) I don't remember any of it beyond the most basic words and b) my Spanish teacher was a pervert who stared at us, the 8th graders. Freak), I have no clue as to whether or not they're fucking it up.
It sounds pretty and flowy. I mean, it sounds like they know the language, from the ease of the words, but as mentioned above, I am no expert.
Dude? Do not tell me that you think that your story sucks. Shut. Up. I hate fanfiction.net. I really hate that I'm so desperate to read new *NSYNC slash that I'm looking through ff.net. I really, really hate it. You do run across a few gems though. And by 'gems' I mean gratuitous Justin/Lance sex(Thank you, Maureen D.). Still, I hate that I have a ff.net account. It all sucks.
Because I feel this way, I may very well post my in-progress stuff there because it'd be more convenient than my HD. I'm odd.
One of the things that mom told me last night was that she thought that some of my dislike for Bob was jealousy. That he's taking away my mom.
And yeah, there's a little of that. But mostly? He's a cheater. He is cheating on his wife of twenty-seven years. You can call him nice all you want, but the fact is that when(if) his wife finds out, it'll hurt.
He has three kids. A boy in college, an 18 year old boy, and a 13 year old daughter. And I realize that that would make divorce proceedings difficult. Still, would it be so hard to at least wait until he's at least said something to his wife?
Another thing that my mom uses as an excuse is that 'they aren't close' and 'she's a horrible wife'. She's never met the woman. How can she do that to someone she's never met?
Fuck.
I've made seven more cuts, all on my breasts. It hurts a hell of a lot less than my legs. Bet that has to do with fat vs. muscle or something.
Mom still isn't home.
Grandma called a while ago. Her brother, Jeff, died. He had a weak heart and he keeled over while driving.
I don't think that I've ever met him.
I'm waiting up so that I can tell mom when she gets home.
Or so I'm telling myself.
If I were old enough, I'd think about getting drunk. I still probably wouldn't, though. I don't like the idea of doing something like that to my body. (She said while drinking Coke and looking at the cuts on her legs.)
Maybe I don't want to drink or smoke because those are popular ways of hurting yourself. They're legal and acceptable.
I'm listening to the completely spanish version of Gone. It's gorgeous. Not being a speaker of the language(or any language other than this one, a year of French, a year of Spanish, living in Germany for three years, and a summer of Italian not counting because a) I don't remember any of it beyond the most basic words and b) my Spanish teacher was a pervert who stared at us, the 8th graders. Freak), I have no clue as to whether or not they're fucking it up.
It sounds pretty and flowy. I mean, it sounds like they know the language, from the ease of the words, but as mentioned above, I am no expert.
Dude? Do not tell me that you think that your story sucks. Shut. Up. I hate fanfiction.net. I really hate that I'm so desperate to read new *NSYNC slash that I'm looking through ff.net. I really, really hate it. You do run across a few gems though. And by 'gems' I mean gratuitous Justin/Lance sex(Thank you, Maureen D.). Still, I hate that I have a ff.net account. It all sucks.
Because I feel this way, I may very well post my in-progress stuff there because it'd be more convenient than my HD. I'm odd.
One of the things that mom told me last night was that she thought that some of my dislike for Bob was jealousy. That he's taking away my mom.
And yeah, there's a little of that. But mostly? He's a cheater. He is cheating on his wife of twenty-seven years. You can call him nice all you want, but the fact is that when(if) his wife finds out, it'll hurt.
He has three kids. A boy in college, an 18 year old boy, and a 13 year old daughter. And I realize that that would make divorce proceedings difficult. Still, would it be so hard to at least wait until he's at least said something to his wife?
Another thing that my mom uses as an excuse is that 'they aren't close' and 'she's a horrible wife'. She's never met the woman. How can she do that to someone she's never met?
Fuck.
I've made seven more cuts, all on my breasts. It hurts a hell of a lot less than my legs. Bet that has to do with fat vs. muscle or something.
Mom still isn't home.
Grandma called a while ago. Her brother, Jeff, died. He had a weak heart and he keeled over while driving.
I don't think that I've ever met him.
I'm waiting up so that I can tell mom when she gets home.
Or so I'm telling myself.
If I were old enough, I'd think about getting drunk. I still probably wouldn't, though. I don't like the idea of doing something like that to my body. (She said while drinking Coke and looking at the cuts on her legs.)
Maybe I don't want to drink or smoke because those are popular ways of hurting yourself. They're legal and acceptable.