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My Brooklyn is pregnant again. Damn, I can't imagine having kids a year apart! I guess it's good that she's young, she's going to need the energy. I'm mad though because I nearly lost her when she gave birth last time. But, I admit, they are doing pretty good. When she found out she was pregnant last year, she moved out of her dorm and they were staying with his mother. No bueno. I'm glad they are on their own now. Plus, I can stay and help if needed without spending my savings on a crap motel room. I sure wish I could convince my hubby to move there. But it's3 hours away and he hates change. I've decided that this pandemic can kiss my ass. I'm going to visit them in two weeks. Until then, I'm not leaving my house. Don't want to take any germs with me. I still want to go for Christmas, but I normally get the flu or pneumonia around then, so screw it- I'm going now. I've also decided to learn how to make a quilt. My mom is going to help me, so it will be extra special. |
Nobody Hears Suicidal Tendencies 1992 [Embed For Use By Upgraded+] They said to me open up reach out ask for help what's wrong don't be afraid you're not alone They forgot to tell me no was actually listening. |
Rebel Girl Bikini Kill 1991 [Embed For Use By Upgraded+] We thought we were so cool, hiding a forbidden zine in our lockers. We met at midnight and planned a walkout in case the school board voted against letting girls join the football team. We spread the word in hushed whispers in the hall and passed coded notes in class. We thought we were so cool, showing up at the assembly with purple hair and combat boots with red laces. When an argument broke out over whether a girl would cry if tackled, I laughed and asked if a boy could take a hit from a girl without being a wuss. Before he could finish the word bimbo, my fist connected with his nose, and a sickening sound echoed through the gym. Blood sprinkled the hand that slid the brass knuckles into my pocket and I walked out. I was so cool that day. |
Domination Pantera 1990 [Embed For Use By Upgraded+] One day, I felt a small ember of ire somewhere deep inside me. It patiently waited for me to notice. The burning got a little more intense as the days turned into weeks. After a month, red ribbons of anger began to violently swirl. It didn't take too long for them to transform into huge flames of hate. I controlled them as best as I could for a while. Until the day I woke to find an endless and uncontrollable rage take over. |
Don't Worry, Be Happy Bobby McFerrin 1988 [Embed For Use By Upgraded+] Why does everyone always say not to worry? Is that an option? If so, please explain how I can experience it too. Can't I worry and be happy at the same time? I frequently have different emotions simultaneously. That's common. I think. Is there a magic potion to dissolve all my concerns? Share it with me! While we're at it, how come people say put on a happy face? I'm pretty sure my happy face is just as pretty as my neutral face. All I know is that when someone says it to me, I just want to punch them. That's probably not normal. |
La Bamba! Los Lobos 1987 [Embed For Use By Upgraded+] My oldest, Brooklyn, is getting married! Is it awful that I'm not excited? I was probably more excited to hear she was 18 and pregnant than 19 and engaged. I'm aware that high school sweethearts that marry can have a successful marriage, but I know the odds against them too. My parents were married young and I think if my dad hadn't died 20 years later they'd still be together. Maybe I'm just projecting because my first marriage failed horribly and the divorce was a nightmare. Either way, she's getting married! Barrel of Monkeys- Day 5 |
I Fought the Law Dead Kennedys 1987 [Embed For Use By Upgraded+] In Texas, public high school students must take and pass a class on interacting with law enforcement officers in order to graduate. WTF? What does that say about society? I can't imagine my child mouthing off to an officer, not to mention some of the things I've read about recently. Of course, I tell my kids to stand up for their beliefs..but be smart about it. There's a difference between being belligerent and contentious. Now, I haven't looked over the syllabus the state freely offers, so maybe I'm missing some vital information. It just seems outrageous that teachers are required to do this instead of parents. I assumed it was a basic parental responsibility to teach your kids this shit. I mean, I don't want robot children of the corn kids, I encourage them to question people, ideas, etc., but use your head! I want them to be able to fight with their fists as well as their brains. You want to stick it to the Man, that's fine with me. As long as you do it legally. A Barrel of Monkeys entry |
In My Grip Samhain 1986 [Embed For Use By Upgraded+] In high school, they told us, "The world is yours for the taking." They failed to mention the price we'd pay, but we soon discovered it ourselves. I was raised in the generation of latch key kids. I spent countless hours laying in my dark bedroom listening to Nirvana and wondering if I'd be able to save Hyrule. That's a Legend of Zelda reference for any Millenial reading this post. School wasn't necessarily a battlefield of Mean Girls but was more of a bore. We didn't have too many teen moms. Why? Because we were told if we had sex, we'd get AIDS, and die a horrible death. Not to say we didn't have sex, but we were a little more choosey about partners and condoms weren't up for negotiation. We were warned that rock music would lead us to join a cult and smoking a joint was sure to end with us smoking crack. After all those feeble attempts to mold me into a high school superstar failed, it was clear I'd be better off minding my own business and going through the routine. I wasn't a slacker, as so many Gen X-ers were called. I enjoyed learning, just not what was taught in school. Teachers gave up trying to occupy me after I blazed through the work ahead of everyone else yet had no interest in joining any academic teams. I tried sports, drama, dance, and even cheerleading. Since I sucked at them all, I decided to stick with what I did best- writing. I didn't last long in Journalism, Yearbook, or at the school newspaper though. My snarky realist point of view was underappreciated. So I did what many of my friends did- came home from school, took care of my little sister, did a little housework, made some mac & cheese, and played video games while waiting for my parents to get home. The time has now come for Generation X to show the world we're not a generation of burnouts. We are killing this pandemic. We muddled along in life avoiding being kidnapped by deranged cultists, played sports we sucked at without getting trophies, and even managed to not get shot by cops because we used our God-given commonsense instead of a smart ass of entitled mouth. See, we weren't actual rebels. We played by the rules and flew just under the radar. Finally, my go with the flow way of life is considered normal. I spent most of my time at home before the pandemic, but now people notice and give me respect. The only difference is making sure my kids and mother stay indoors too. It's fine though, all I really need is a few video games and a case of mac & cheese. Note ▼ |
Fade to Black Metallica 1984 [Embed For Use By Upgraded+] Looking out from below, why is it so hard to know is this the end, at last? Or just a break from my past? Looking out from below, why is it so hard to know lifeless but alive; do I want to survive? Note ▼ |
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but seems to be okay today. I worry about my poor circulation, scrub my toes with a soft bristle brush, watch discoloration come and go. I probably need new arteries or veins but hey... "Heathcare" USA (enough said?). I may be better off trying something here in Thailand. But still... wish I lived in a country that had adequate patient based healthcare. Thailand and Taiwan mostly do, but I can't access it. First world systems like Europe, Canada and Australia do, but again, I can't access it.