"Can a Mime
Make a rhyme?
Sure a Mime
Can make a rhyme.
But who would
Hear it?"
By Shirley Smothers
She does that THING.
The thing where she pretends to listen and value my opinion, but doesn’t. I don’t feel like I’m being heard at all
sometimes. Like MY words just go through
one ear and out the other. The “she” I’m
referring to, is my mother. The only
time she really “values my opinion” is when she needs something done for her
and I’m the only one that is around to help.
Yes, this is yet another post of what my English teacher would call “melodramatic,”
but these words are just coming from my head!
So I guess I’m just a melodramatic person! Get over it Miss ____.
Joe and I have made up!
I’ve decided that my freak-out episode was due to lack of sleep and my “end
of the month, lady problem.” But now he’s
gone (Joe, not my lady problem… a girl can only dream), off on a trip and will
not return until the end of this weekend.
Which I suppose is fine because I need to make time for my truly
neglected friends, homework, and the dreadful housework, which taunts me every
times I set foot in my room.
Oy guvult! I shouldn’t
have had that yummy yummy yummy coffee today.
I went to the doctors a little while ago and found out that I have this
heart thingy where it really hurts if I drink coffee or don’t sit up straight. Some shit about my sternum pressing up against
my heart… Something like that.
If anyone else out there is having “mommy troubles” please
contact me. We can bitch together (that
was a little harsh…) (NOT) (who asked you?) (fuck off dummy, I’m your brain!). Anyway, before I start talking to myself like
a mad person I’m ending this post.
Until later. Anyone?
Make a rhyme?
Sure a Mime
Can make a rhyme.
But who would
Hear it?"
By Shirley Smothers
She does that THING.
The thing where she pretends to listen and value my opinion, but doesn’t. I don’t feel like I’m being heard at all
sometimes. Like MY words just go through
one ear and out the other. The “she” I’m
referring to, is my mother. The only
time she really “values my opinion” is when she needs something done for her
and I’m the only one that is around to help.
Yes, this is yet another post of what my English teacher would call “melodramatic,”
but these words are just coming from my head!
So I guess I’m just a melodramatic person! Get over it Miss ____.
Joe and I have made up!
I’ve decided that my freak-out episode was due to lack of sleep and my “end
of the month, lady problem.” But now he’s
gone (Joe, not my lady problem… a girl can only dream), off on a trip and will
not return until the end of this weekend.
Which I suppose is fine because I need to make time for my truly
neglected friends, homework, and the dreadful housework, which taunts me every
times I set foot in my room.
Oy guvult! I shouldn’t
have had that yummy yummy yummy coffee today.
I went to the doctors a little while ago and found out that I have this
heart thingy where it really hurts if I drink coffee or don’t sit up straight. Some shit about my sternum pressing up against
my heart… Something like that.
If anyone else out there is having “mommy troubles” please
contact me. We can bitch together (that
was a little harsh…) (NOT) (who asked you?) (fuck off dummy, I’m your brain!). Anyway, before I start talking to myself like
a mad person I’m ending this post.
Until later. Anyone?
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