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Mar. 17th, 2005 10:02 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kat8chaMy mother. My mother keeps telling me to write stuff. Real stuff. Stuff I *know*. She wants me to vear away from fantasy and to veer away from groups online. She says if I'm gonna write it then I should *really* get it published.
I so want to tell her to piss off. Do you know how terrible she would look in *any* book or story written by her children about real life? She's a Grade A Bitch, and none of us forget it. Ever. I've always been so hurt by her stuff, so ready to tell her to piss off. But I can't do that yet. Not yet.
Gods my brain is fried. I'm trying to get my license and as such I've just finished up my last incar. I so fucked my manueverability today. And nearly ran a stopsign and nearly ended up in the middle of an intersection.
I so want to tell her to piss off. Do you know how terrible she would look in *any* book or story written by her children about real life? She's a Grade A Bitch, and none of us forget it. Ever. I've always been so hurt by her stuff, so ready to tell her to piss off. But I can't do that yet. Not yet.
Gods my brain is fried. I'm trying to get my license and as such I've just finished up my last incar. I so fucked my manueverability today. And nearly ran a stopsign and nearly ended up in the middle of an intersection.
