| May 19, 2008 |
[Mar. 19th, 2008|09:43 pm] |
FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK
Just a little trip, she says. Get us away from Cromartie, she says. Now I'm across the country and eight years in the future. AND I DON'T KNOW WHERE JOHN IS!
Now, with all the insane weather we've been having, the end of the world has basically arrived. No more computers? Great, fine, wonderful. It is, quite frankly a relief. I'm sorry people have died, but it's just not as horrible as nuclear war and dealing with Terminators. Humanity can re-build; we've done it before.
I just wish I knew if John was okay. I want my son back. |
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[Mar. 18th, 2008|09:16 pm] |
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| Random Thoughts |
[Mar. 16th, 2008|11:40 am] |
I've thought about it. I could look up the records and visit him. Maybe not when he's really young, like five, that would just be too creepy. Then again, he was less than ten years old when the bombs fell, so it's not like there'd be much wiggle room.
And then I wonder about after the war with Skynet. Will I meet him before John sends him back to save me? Would he still find me attractive, or would the sight of me as an old woman alter his feelings so that we would never be together. Then John would never be conceived.
There have been other men since Kyle. Men who taught me about combat, about weapons, or just fulfilled a physical need. None have touched my heart the way he did; loved me the way he did. No one else has crossed time for me.
Sometimes I think I'd give just about anything to see him one more time; to have him hold me again. |
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