Well,
so,
well...
Okay. Go it heres.
Another story for you. I may use this eventually as a variation upon a theme, or not.
But most likely.
It's a true story I just made up.
I will use script format.
Thus:
(Oh, & those of you who know who I know will know what I mean...)
.Mother & Son...
A mother & her son are in a room having a conversation.
Son: Mom, what does "you know how you do" mean?
Mother: Well, it comes from an obscure dialect coming out of urban North America called "Ebonics".
Son: Obscure?
Mother: Yes. Very.
Son:.....
Mother: It was created as a means by which an oppressed people could speak privately while under continual surveillance.
Son: Oh. So, what does it mean?
Mother: What does it mean?
Son: Yeah. "You know how you do".... What does it mean?
Mother: Oh... well... It means.... "You're an idiot".
The End
so,
well...
Okay. Go it heres.
Another story for you. I may use this eventually as a variation upon a theme, or not.
But most likely.
It's a true story I just made up.
I will use script format.
Thus:
(Oh, & those of you who know who I know will know what I mean...)
.Mother & Son...
A mother & her son are in a room having a conversation.
Son: Mom, what does "you know how you do" mean?
Mother: Well, it comes from an obscure dialect coming out of urban North America called "Ebonics".
Son: Obscure?
Mother: Yes. Very.
Son:.....
Mother: It was created as a means by which an oppressed people could speak privately while under continual surveillance.
Son: Oh. So, what does it mean?
Mother: What does it mean?
Son: Yeah. "You know how you do".... What does it mean?
Mother: Oh... well... It means.... "You're an idiot".
The End
if i could get a hold of my emotions and force them to stay in line...i'd give it a try...but i don't no how that might feel...after all i've been this "me" for 29 years...when they put me on the meds it made things run smoother yet it's strage...takeing those things..killed off little pieces of me...those bits will never come back...and even if they gave me trouble it still makes me sad...it's hard to part with what your used to...even the demons...but i am trying.
so....Q: tired of being a moody girl?
A: yes.. but it's me and i love me so no..no and yes
i agree with the fact that no matter what... you just force yourself to look up...and i do...as far as the bad stuff, well a journal that types back serves as a good vent to shake ones pain into...i always feel better when i vent.. wether it be buy art, journal, or a bit of animal agression.