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I'm a lot more normal than I have any right to be
Some movies should come with a disclaimer. Violence smiolence. Ya-Yas is far more disturbing than any action movie.
Dismemberment and beheading is easy, senseless violence I have learneed to deal with. Movies that open old wounds on the other hand is another story. Warning you if have a history of unpleasant memories, with a mother who has to be experienced because she defies explanation, tread lightly.
This was a a little too much like a family reunion with my mom and her sisters. I don't like to remember why I always have the tv on, and why I hate silence.
This is a place I really don't want to go. Old wounds should be left alone. My brain is going in circles and I just dont need this right now. At least Viviane is willing to admit she messed up, my mom still takes it as a personal insult that I have issues. Well given my family history I'm suprised I havent gone postal.
My grandparents were an arranged marriage somewhere around 1915. My mom was born in 1932, the 10th of 13 kids in a house with no electricity, running water, or much of anything else. I was born in 1969. I never met my mom's folks, but I saw one picture of them and well stern would be an understatement. Old German Russian immigrants weren't known for thier jovialness. Spare the rod, spoil the child.
My mom had certain ideas and beliefs, and a highly independant, overly sensitive, loner, daughter who preferred to be more of a tomboy, and loathed most tradional female persuits, and had a mouth two years older than the rest of her wasn't in the bargain. Add a premature, borderline mentally retarded son, with other issues, and well lets just say life was often intersting in our house.
I need to see SW again tommorrow. The GFFA takes me away from here. The tragic lives of fictional people are a lot easier to deal with, when they hit a little less close to home. I am not ready to go back and deal with this right now.
Damn Freakin Ya-Ya's.
Prequels ~ Sequels
Music of the mind: :
~*~Have you read these~*~
~ Ode to a child who is no more ~
~ She's baaack ~
~ testing ~
~ Facebook me ~
~ Bleech ~
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In every neighborhood there is at least one house that all the neighbors gossip about. This is a diary from the woman who lives in that house. I am a single mother in her mid thirties. I live in North Dakota with my son, Warren.
I tend to be a bit of a slob, and am the opposite of a girly-girl. I am geek girl, who loves Star Wars, Star Trek, Harry Potter, Buffy, Angel, action movies, science fiction, action adventure, Dr. Who, and so on and so on.
I love to write and while I don't post much fiction online anymore I would love to be a writer someday. I am also overweight, bipolar and suffer from allergy induced asthma.