Oh, Gud, I'm so sorry. You're putting so much work into your homelife and getting so little back from your wife. I am so, so glad that Emaryn and Leif are so bright and affectionate and generous with their hugs and love, but that doesn't begin to make up for the deficit of adult love and partnership. I'm just so sorry.
{{{Kristin}}} just because. And my God, you look blazingly hot in that corset. And it was great, just utterly fascinating to hear you and ND talking about teaching -- though disheartening; you're both such obviously gifted educators with such infectious passion for your subjects that it's just gut-twisting to hear your stories of being kicked down and smacked around by administrators and bureaucracies.
{{{Sparky and Sparky's DH}}} He's a sweet, good man, and the people he loves very much deserve a kinder deal from the universe.
{{Gud}} I'm glad the weather is good, but you deserve more.
{{Gud}}wishing you light at the end of a bumpy road
Cass, Sophia told me that when she used to have anxiety attacks, she would say to herself (in her head), "I am calm. I am calm. I am calm." I have used it when the agoraphobia is trying to bite, and it works.
Think of this as stage fright, which usually works to help you give an energized performance. You've already given this woman a great story to tell her friends about you calling her in the middle of the night. You're pretty. You're charming. You're in like Flynn.
Love,
Dead but still pretty
The Empress is appeased.
But does she heed my tagline? No, she does not.
t pines away for lack of Imperial goodies
{{{Gud}}} I hope things get better soon.
I skimmed and skimmed and skimmed, with a pause to coo over the Tickybox pictures. When I went thrift store shopping with a bunch of the local goths last Sunday, I ended up buying more clothes for Princess Tickybox Lilly than for me. I think this means I've officially turned into a Crazy Auntie.
t hangs head
I know. I'm a bad Empress in so many ways.
Gud, I'm sorry. Still hoping that things get less bumpy and rough. Soon.
Gud, sweetie, I'm hoping for the best possible outcome for you and your family, whatever that is.
{{{Gud}}}
Hoping all the best for you.
I really shouldn't go out and spend $8 on lunch at Kidd Valley. But I want to. Because the alternatives are a can of soup or heating up a frozen burrito, both of which seemed like wonderful things when I stocked up on them at Costco a few months ago, but now taste impossibly bland and salty. Not that the chicken bacon club with fries I'm craving
wouldn't
be salty, but at least they wouldn't be bland.
Hmm. Maybe I can get rid of my guilt at eating something bad for me, spending money I don't need to, and driving when I don't need to (with gas $2.50/gallon, that's wasted money in itself) if I faithfully promise to start making tasty things like chili and pasta in large enough batches to have leftovers for lunch.
