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lierdumoaYesterday, the thirteenth of October, was my mother's birthday.
I feel terrible for forgetting. No -- I didn't forget that her birthday was on the thirteenth. Rather, I forgot that yesterday was the thirteenth. I have problems keeping track of time. I am awake through a large portion of the night, and the days tend to run together.
I love my mom. She's a very good mother. And she's classy. I think that's the best way to describe her. I am, of course, the opposite. As far as I'm concerned, tact is just another four letter word. My mother -- she is the consummate lady.
And I really respect her.
You see, I've hardly ever been afraid of anything. I was never scared of the dark when I was a little girl. I like spiders. I'm far too young to fear death. But I've always been afraid of ending up like my mother. I suppose it's because I've never seen her as a very strong person. The thing is -- she's not afraid of who she is. She knows who she is.
What I'm trying to say is that I'm lucky to have her.
So here I am wishing her a belated happy birthday on a website she will never, ever see (Godwilling). Yeah, I love my mom -- but no way in hell is she ever finding out about my livejournal.
Also, I found out from![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
ivyblossom that yesterday was apparently beta appreciation day. Sorry I'm late. So, without further ado...
amariel, daylight_shadow, you are the best betas a girl could ask for. You are thorough, and conscientious. Thank you so much for pointing out my inconsistencies and canonical errors, helping fill up my plot holes, and sticking with me when I whined and whined and whined (and whined and whined) and wrote nothing for weeks upon weeks. Thank you for nagging me when I failed to update. Thank you for always having something nice to say no matter how crappy my rough drafts were. Thank you for making me birthday presents and speaking kindly of me to others and reccing fics to me and generally doing all the things long distance friends do. You are better than gold to me. You are new mint platinum.
Dude, you like, totally rock my fucking socks off. *g*
I feel terrible for forgetting. No -- I didn't forget that her birthday was on the thirteenth. Rather, I forgot that yesterday was the thirteenth. I have problems keeping track of time. I am awake through a large portion of the night, and the days tend to run together.
I love my mom. She's a very good mother. And she's classy. I think that's the best way to describe her. I am, of course, the opposite. As far as I'm concerned, tact is just another four letter word. My mother -- she is the consummate lady.
And I really respect her.
You see, I've hardly ever been afraid of anything. I was never scared of the dark when I was a little girl. I like spiders. I'm far too young to fear death. But I've always been afraid of ending up like my mother. I suppose it's because I've never seen her as a very strong person. The thing is -- she's not afraid of who she is. She knows who she is.
What I'm trying to say is that I'm lucky to have her.
So here I am wishing her a belated happy birthday on a website she will never, ever see (Godwilling). Yeah, I love my mom -- but no way in hell is she ever finding out about my livejournal.
Also, I found out from
ivyblossom that yesterday was apparently beta appreciation day. Sorry I'm late. So, without further ado...amariel, daylight_shadow, you are the best betas a girl could ask for. You are thorough, and conscientious. Thank you so much for pointing out my inconsistencies and canonical errors, helping fill up my plot holes, and sticking with me when I whined and whined and whined (and whined and whined) and wrote nothing for weeks upon weeks. Thank you for nagging me when I failed to update. Thank you for always having something nice to say no matter how crappy my rough drafts were. Thank you for making me birthday presents and speaking kindly of me to others and reccing fics to me and generally doing all the things long distance friends do. You are better than gold to me. You are new mint platinum. Dude, you like, totally rock my fucking socks off. *g*
