Yes, Graperose... Why? Cause I'm used to blackrose, and this site apparently doesn't like it, and I'm eating grapes (green grapes, the only kind it should exist), so they're sitting in the desk beside me and were the first thing I looked at. Rose, my name, cause of my dead aunt, morbid, but I like it.

My mood, is pissed. And I'm about to whine about it.

My dad apparently is even more of a son of the 50's that he even lets on (son of the 50's: ignore the ugly, feelings are bad, and everything's peachy) and now, the one day we had as a family (saturday) is always busy for him. School, I get, everything else, I don't. We might seem like a cute family, we go out together, vacations together, even lunches whenever possible, together... and under that, we're never really together most of the time, mom watches tv or is out; I work, watch tv, read or I'm here; dad, tv, out, o computer.

My mom is a 50's mom.. actually, she's a timeless mom (and I think she's got a Jewish gene somewhere in her, cause the guilt she can lay on baffles me, she's one of the voices inside my head at all times, one of the most annoying ones sometimes too).

Me, I'm fucked up.. but a good fucked up most of the time, except at times like this.

I'm PMSing, so this might be the reason for the creative (insert laugh here) outburst, but there.

"You asked for me to enter, and then you made me crawl, and I can't keep holding on..."