What do you do when you have so much on your mind but when you sit down to write, nothing comes out?

I should start a LiveJournal or something. Sometimes I think that this blog is more trouble than it's worth, you know?

Hmm. Basically, there are days when I feel like being entertaining, and there are days when I feel like writing about my feelings, my troubles and my mother. Today is one of those days — ha ha.

I watched "Nanny 911" tonight. What a truly amazing show. The mother reminded me of my own. She didn't know how to communicate with her children. She couldn't teach them to express their feelings because she didn't know how to express her own feelings. It was so sad.

I cried at the end. Nanny Deb was brought to tears by the mother's achievements. And by achievements, I mean sitting down with her daughter and saying that she loved her. The nine-year-old girl had exploded into tears. It was so sad.

All this talk of expressing one's feelings and "using one's words." One memory jumps to mind of when, out of character, I expressed my feelings and "used my words" in front of my mother. It was the night before I left for my freshman year of college, and my mother wouldn't let me leave the house to say goodbye to my friend. I said to her face that she was a bitch. At the time she was, even if she didn't know he was my boyfriend. (Although, mothers always know.)

Needless to say, I don't always recommend "using your words" in front of your mother!

This blog probably isn't the best place for these rants, for a few reasons. Mainly because they are so fucking boring. LiveJournal sounds pretty sweet to me, baby.

Honestly, are you bored by these entries? Or would you rather I be all drunk, all bitter, all the time? I don't know.