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So I just talked to them. The conversation lasted fewer than fourteen minutes. The topics discussed were not highly emotionally charged, nor did we discuss them with emotionally charged words or tones. But almost invariably, I end up in tears during or after speaking with them, and this time was no different. Why do I still have to need their money and their space in which to keep the majority of my possessions? All they do is make me cry about once a week and less frequently send my mail with some candy. I want emancipation. I am old enough. But I still rely on them. And I hate being dependent on people who make me cry more often than any other factor in my life and more often than they make me laugh.
And now my head hurts from crying and I have an eyelash stuck on my eye, but the poor eye is so traumatized that it won't let me get the lash off.
And now, as a distraction, the songs I've been listening to on repeat all morning:
"Some Girls Are Bigger Than Others" by the Smiths:
From the ice-age to the dull-age,
There is but one concern.
I have just discovered
Some girls are bigger than others;
Some girls are bigger than others;
Some girl's mothers
Are bigger than other girl's mothers.
Some girls are bigger than others;
Some girls are bigger than others;
Some girl's mothers
Are bigger than other girl's mothers.
As Anthony said to Cleopatra,
As he opened a crate of ale,
Oh, I say, some girls are bigger than others;
Some girls are bigger than others;
Some girl's mothers
Are bigger than other girl's mothers.
Some girls are bigger than others;
Some girls are bigger than others;
Some girl's mothers
Are bigger than other girl's mothers.
Send me the pillow,
The one that you dream on.
Send me the pillow,
The one that you dream on,
And I'll send you mine.
"The Masterplan" by Oasis:
Spoken: Get on with it, come on, get the count-in.
What is it? One, there it is, two, three, four, yeah!
Take some time to make some sense
Of what you want to say
And cast your words away
Upon the waves.
Bring them back with acquiesce
On a ship of hope today
And as they land upon the shore,
Tell them not to fear, no more.
Say it loud and sing it proud, today!
And then dance if you wanna dance.
Please, Brother, take the chance.
You know they're gonna go
Which way they wanna go.
All we know is that we don't
Know how it's gonna be.
Please, Brother, let it be.
Life, on the other hand,
Won't make us understand
We're all part of the masterplan.
Say it loud and sing it proud, today!
I'm not saying right is wrong;
It's up to us to make.
The best of all the things
That come our way
'Cause everything that's been has past.
The answer's in the looking glass.
There's four and twenty million doors
On life's endless corridor.
Say it loud and sing it proud, and they
Will dance if they want to dance.
Please, Brother, take the chance.
You know they're gonna go
Which way the wanna go.
All we know is that we don't
Know how it's gonna be.
Please, Brother, let it be.
Life, on the other hand
Won't make you understand
We're all part of the masterplan.
I'd like to be under the sea
In an octopus's garden.
And now my head hurts from crying and I have an eyelash stuck on my eye, but the poor eye is so traumatized that it won't let me get the lash off.
And now, as a distraction, the songs I've been listening to on repeat all morning:
"Some Girls Are Bigger Than Others" by the Smiths:
From the ice-age to the dull-age,
There is but one concern.
I have just discovered
Some girls are bigger than others;
Some girls are bigger than others;
Some girl's mothers
Are bigger than other girl's mothers.
Some girls are bigger than others;
Some girls are bigger than others;
Some girl's mothers
Are bigger than other girl's mothers.
As Anthony said to Cleopatra,
As he opened a crate of ale,
Oh, I say, some girls are bigger than others;
Some girls are bigger than others;
Some girl's mothers
Are bigger than other girl's mothers.
Some girls are bigger than others;
Some girls are bigger than others;
Some girl's mothers
Are bigger than other girl's mothers.
Send me the pillow,
The one that you dream on.
Send me the pillow,
The one that you dream on,
And I'll send you mine.
"The Masterplan" by Oasis:
Spoken: Get on with it, come on, get the count-in.
What is it? One, there it is, two, three, four, yeah!
Take some time to make some sense
Of what you want to say
And cast your words away
Upon the waves.
Bring them back with acquiesce
On a ship of hope today
And as they land upon the shore,
Tell them not to fear, no more.
Say it loud and sing it proud, today!
And then dance if you wanna dance.
Please, Brother, take the chance.
You know they're gonna go
Which way they wanna go.
All we know is that we don't
Know how it's gonna be.
Please, Brother, let it be.
Life, on the other hand,
Won't make us understand
We're all part of the masterplan.
Say it loud and sing it proud, today!
I'm not saying right is wrong;
It's up to us to make.
The best of all the things
That come our way
'Cause everything that's been has past.
The answer's in the looking glass.
There's four and twenty million doors
On life's endless corridor.
Say it loud and sing it proud, and they
Will dance if they want to dance.
Please, Brother, take the chance.
You know they're gonna go
Which way the wanna go.
All we know is that we don't
Know how it's gonna be.
Please, Brother, let it be.
Life, on the other hand
Won't make you understand
We're all part of the masterplan.
I'd like to be under the sea
In an octopus's garden.