Oh but my she loves the exclimation point more than anything else in the world...tinyguySeptember 26 2008, 07:42:29 UTC
Becca,
*big hugs* Fuck her. Fuck her right in the goat-ass. I know she's your mother but... I don't think anyone should talk to anyone else like that. I don't know enough about your boy friend to make a valid opinion of him, but what I've heard through the grape vine he makes you happy most of the time. (Even if he can be a bit on the brain dead side.) You're going to school in NOLA for pastry I hear at Del Gato (horribly misspelled I know) and from what I hear it is one of the finest culinary institutions in the country. If that's what you want to do then thrice be damned your mother's opinion. I trust your judgment on what's right for you. If your boy is mistreating you I believe you're smart enough to realize it and dumb his sorry ass. If you don't want to move to, Alabama was it?, I understand. As for the no one wanting to take you in thing. As long as you have friends like me and Jerm who have sofas you'll have options. Life is tough especial when you're first getting started. Good friends make it a LOT more bearable. I've been through more ups and downs since I moved to Dallas just over a year ago, (From kicking out psychotic roommates to being hit by a car.) then I have the other twenty years of my life. I've made friends, blown chances (thankfully not the other way around) and I'm three grand in debt for an ER visit that quite frankly was the biggest mistake of my life. But I'm so much happier now than I was living back home. I even began writing again it gives your life meaning to struggle especially when you come through the other side and realize you made it. Life is nothing short of neck deep sewer water, but if you swim hard eventually you make it ashore. If your arms get tired you have friends to help ya out however they can.
Anyway I'm not sure if that helps. *reads back over it* And I'm not even sure how it would come to think of it. But I guess it's my way of saying: "Keep your chin up. Life gets better. And I'm here if you need me."
*big hugs* Fuck her. Fuck her right in the goat-ass. I know she's your mother but... I don't think anyone should talk to anyone else like that. I don't know enough about your boy friend to make a valid opinion of him, but what I've heard through the grape vine he makes you happy most of the time. (Even if he can be a bit on the brain dead side.) You're going to school in NOLA for pastry I hear at Del Gato (horribly misspelled I know) and from what I hear it is one of the finest culinary institutions in the country. If that's what you want to do then thrice be damned your mother's opinion. I trust your judgment on what's right for you. If your boy is mistreating you I believe you're smart enough to realize it and dumb his sorry ass. If you don't want to move to, Alabama was it?, I understand. As for the no one wanting to take you in thing. As long as you have friends like me and Jerm who have sofas you'll have options. Life is tough especial when you're first getting started. Good friends make it a LOT more bearable. I've been through more ups and downs since I moved to Dallas just over a year ago, (From kicking out psychotic roommates to being hit by a car.) then I have the other twenty years of my life. I've made friends, blown chances (thankfully not the other way around) and I'm three grand in debt for an ER visit that quite frankly was the biggest mistake of my life. But I'm so much happier now than I was living back home. I even began writing again it gives your life meaning to struggle especially when you come through the other side and realize you made it. Life is nothing short of neck deep sewer water, but if you swim hard eventually you make it ashore. If your arms get tired you have friends to help ya out however they can.
Anyway I'm not sure if that helps. *reads back over it* And I'm not even sure how it would come to think of it. But I guess it's my way of saying: "Keep your chin up. Life gets better. And I'm here if you need me."
Hope you get more than a laugh out of it,
Tiny
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