Proudflesh

I know it hurts now, but it will get easier.

1976: Really? Interesting idea. I know you're saying that to keep me from taking the high old Roman way out, the bathtub, some morphine and a razor blade, but I'm curious: are you really stupid enough to believe it?

Time heals all wounds.

1994: On what planet? I'm still waiting for that emotional proudflesh to show up. Eighteen years, might as well have been yesterday.

God doesn't give us anything we can't handle.

2005: Go fuck yourself. I'm fifty, and bleeding.

It would appear that, in fact? Time heals nothing.

Deb, you are the fastest on the draw drabbler EVAH. And they never fail to move me. The pain in this one is palpable.

Well, lord knows, this one is fresh from the Hall of Fame presses.

Don't put off until tomorrow what you can do today.

Stupid parking ticket.

Stupid Parking Enforcement guy.

If he would have looked 4 inches to the left, he would have seen the temp registration. Good lord, I just bought the car 2 weeks ago. Not my fault the DMV sucks a giant ass.

Ok, calmer now. Looking for phone number; going to contest this. Piece of shit parking guy.

There’s the number. Press one for English. Press 3 for “Contest a ticket”. Press “O” for an operator.

"We’re sorry – our offices are closed. Please call back tomorrow. Goodbye."

Fuckers

(giggling at Aimee's)

I'm looking for some editing/proofing help. I can't pay a whole lot, but we can talk about what seems fair to both of us. I'd bake you cookies as well, so at least you have something nummy to eat while proofing.

Profile addie is good.

As the twig is bent, so will it grow

Mother glares at me. "I taught you better than this."

Definitions of "better" differ. I stay silent.

She looks at the birth control pills she found in my dresser drawer. "I want you to stop this."

"You'd rather I was pregnant?"

"I didn't teach you to act like this!"

"Taking responsibility for my own actions? Yes, Mother, you did."

The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.

She would lose it, for no reason at all. The last time was over a pair of pants. Screaming, swearing, cursing, accusing, hitting. She could be the very definition of irrational. “Fucking psycho! You are insane.” I screamed back at her.

And then, I lost it. Searing pain in my head. Hormones running. Medication doing the opposite of what it was supposed to do. I was the very definition of irrational. Screaming, swearing, cursing, accusing. “Insane. You. Are. Insane.” Screaming back at me.

I raised my hand.

And became my mother.

They want us to be like them then are horrified when we are.

I see a trend forming here....

Allyson, check your profile email. Insent.