The second day after Christmas, my true love gave to me...

Dec 26, 2001 18:10

I have been thinking a lot about harmony lately. For a very long time, I thought that it was about peace, I thought it was about non-violence. But silliness. It is about balance. It is about a balance that I have here like I have nowhere else ( Read more... )

liz, oochie, ideas, britta, luke, dreams, family, christmas

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Re: laynamarya December 28 2001, 09:05:18 UTC
Well, actually, most of this post was written as an explanation to you as why, exactly, my family (and I) can't believe in non-violence, physically. Because we look like sitting ducks. And we have to be able to beat someone up if necessary.

But it is a great and wonderful family.

I would lovelove for you to come join us. I feel really awkward about the fact that I love my family so much, and think so highly of them, while so many of my friends have messes at home that they have to either live with or try to clean up. The only messes I have are the piles of clothes on my floor.

But people might start to hit you after six months or something. You might not like it.

On the other other hand, we are really happy here. The only major disputes are over who gets to use the bathroom next. Everyone speaks to one another, no one has any major issues. But we all make fun of each other a lot.

I was talking to my dad about you, and he was saying, she's probably scandinavian. Norwegian, I'd bet. You know about those Norwegians, they're phototrophic. The sun's lower down in the sky up there, so they have to grow taller to see it.

You'd like my dad.

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silvermousepad December 28 2001, 14:59:20 UTC
i want your family. can i kidnap them and pretend they're mine? or better yet, when britta joins, can i join too? pretty please? hehe :)

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Re: laynamarya December 28 2001, 19:16:35 UTC
Ohhhhh, Carrot Ears, we'd be ruthless. Constant teasing/attacking/insulting.

Sorry dude, but you're just really fun to make fun of.

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silvermousepad December 28 2001, 19:53:32 UTC
hmpf.

meaniehead.

*pouts*

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citricbaba December 28 2001, 22:39:16 UTC
i thought it might be but i didn't want to presume. it does make sense to me but i stick by my guns with it not being ok to hit somebody. if i had not been brought up by the mother i have i might think differently but she is militantly anti-hitting and anti-barbie.

did i ever tell you that my first sentence was "barbie is a bimbo"? it was. my mother is nothing if not determined.

i think if i did live with yr happy family and someone hit me i would just smile and mess up their hair or something. another reason i don't believe in hitting is that if i expend the same level of energy on hitting someone that they do on smacking me, i knock them to the floor. it's not strength, it's physics. that's all the physics i know. it's not fair of me to hit, so i don't bother. you know? you know.

you may tell yr dad that i am more inclined to say i'm swedish but yes he's right. we do grow 'em tall up north. my mother and i call ourselves strong women of the north. my last name is norwegian, because it comes from my father's family, but my grandmother who nearly raised me is swedish in her very bones.

hah i will have a family yet. just wait.

loveb.

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laynamarya December 29 2001, 13:20:38 UTC
Yeah, good point. I thought about that. But if I know my family, they'd know better than to hit you in the first place. Somehow I don't see you as little and innocent-looking as us kids. You don't need the training so much.

You did indeed tell me that yr first sentence was "barbie is a bimbo." My family did not learn quite the same thing, but we never saw barbies as role models, either. Liz used them as soldiers, Christine had a big doll named Rosie who was the Barbie God, and all the barbies were just submissive worshippers. For me, they were kind of white trash who had to kill each other off to get the few men that we had. I think Jeannie was the only one who really played with them the way normal children do, making one the mommy, one the husband, and everyone else sisters or daughters or aunts. But then, we never understood Jeannie.

Yr vocabulary is just full of b's. Barbie, bimbo, bodacious, britta, baba. Coolness.

Family family, britta's gonna have a family.

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