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[thejunipertree]

Today is just not a very good day. I've been sitting here, on needles and pins, knowing that my mother is in great deal of pain at home. Sunday all day and then today, she has been feeling more poorly then she has in a long, long time. Vast amounts of pain in her back and her belly, as well as uncontrolled nausea.

I don't know what to do. And I feel completely helpless stuck here, in my office. What can I do? A whole bunch of fucking nothing.

But when she calls me up, in tears because she's hurting so bad, I want to start punching things. Because of all this fucking helplessness.

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[death4breakfast.livejournal.com]

Are there really girls like that in the scene now?

Back in the day of course (Around '88 or so.) we'd get all of the college kids and the part-time punks coming into the club. The college kids who'd think that they were being cool and daring by being there, and who'd be kind of pissy and resentful of the regulars because we made them nervous and because we fit and they didn't and while we never said anything our attitudes were enough to let them know it. The type who'd huddle at there tables with all of their friends until the DJ'd play "Stand" by REM (To the disgust of the regulars.) at which point they'd all race their little private college butts out onto the dance floor and jump around.

And of course there were the ones who'd be into the scene for a while, although never all that hardcore, who you'd see out somewhere a while later looking all preppy and college casual who'd say that they'd gotten "over" the whole scene and had grown out of it.

Gack.

Hurm. On another topic, I'm sorry to hear about what you and your mother are going through. I know it's rough. Just remember you've got friends out here and if you ever need anything, don't hesitate to let me know.