damn not one of you has bothered to check my wanna-be poems out. Please check them out. Use my guestbook to tell me if they suck or not. My Auntie Lula keeps telling me to publish them, but I'm too scared. There's this groovie person that writes poetry, she is in the big GB, her name is meg too, but she's not megnut( who is groovie too and has mad groovie fans too!) I'm serious, check out meg in GB's place. I hope she publishes soon, so that I can say I was one of the first buy her book! By the way, some of you guys out there need to put up some poetry too. I noticed a lot of the women have poetry, but very few men. I actually read other people's poetry. It gives my mind a break from the frukked up shite that goes on in my real life. So if you have poetry (male or female) on your site, use my guestbook to post your site. It's not like anyone is using it anyway. Speaking of my life... I need to use this thing to vent a little. the information after this point must not be used anywhere else. I'm going through some shit and I don't have anyone but you total strangers to share it with. To make a long story short... last march my father came to me with this stock account. he wanted to put in my name. at first, i said no. he insisted. i was applying for financial aid and i knew with this account i would not get it. so i made him promise a few things to me: one that the account only be in my name for no more than 3-6 weeks and if it were to over this amount of time he would have to provide me with the following: a car and some college courses. he agreed to all of this. its nearly a year later. the account is still in my name. he has tried to poison me twice. i don't have that car ( which wasn't supposed to be brand new, just something 2K or under), and not one college course. fair is fair, but don't try to poison me over it. so i'm taking the little bit that was made and getting away from him and his frukking hideous girlfriend, named The Leech. Ok now I got this all out. Pray for me if you pray. If I die at least you'll know my real name(its on every poetry page and my pic is on the about me page) and will be able to send him to jail if he succeeds. This is beyond dysfunctional. I've been everything from accountant to network administrator to this man. He has cursed me like a dog, etc. He has nearly stopped working just to make sure that I don't escape from our home. BE GRATEFUL that you don't have this bastard as a relative, let alone a father. I realize now that it's dysfunction beyond imagination. I could write a book. I feel very trapped but I'm not going for it anymore. I have the reins this time. I have to leave or I'll eat myself to death. I'm almost 180 and if it weren't for my Baby-La I would probably hit that big 200. Okay, I told it. Like Madonna used to sing If I live to tell. I told it. Just don't use any of this against me, I had to find a safe place to rant, my paper diaries (though some done in Chinese) are no longer safe. Phew. Thanks.
posted by Lady Ursula at 2:24 AM