Bless your heart Gud. I'm sorry.
In mememeland, there is a great need for an accountability monitor. You know, like that kid wearing the sash and demanding to see your hall pass in school?
As a person who keeps others on track for a living, I'm sort of sucking at it in my own life right now.
It's post-Inn closing and post-birthday delirium (it was really nice), so I have no more excuses for long naps and unproductive staring.
Plus, many of the things on my long-as-your-arm todo list are actually good for me...some even fun. Still? I'm making like a big, wet slug.
Ack.
Anybody got a cattle prod and the heart to use it?
Anybody got a cattle prod and the heart to use it?
I'm asking for these for my birthday.
I feel all baffled by the way the world works -- I swear, the entire first half of my life I was surrounded by great girls and women who were mistreated or abandoned or just ignored by boys and men ranging from evil to clueless to too hopelessly wounded themselves to appreciate the gems they had found; and now in the second half I find myself surrounded by heroically good boys and men suffering from invisibility and neglect and underappreciation by people who ought to cherish them. Either way round, I don't like it, and it makes me ache for the wounded and want to shake the wounders (except that so many of them are walking wounded themselves; it never ends).
(((Gud))). I'm sorry, and feel free to talk your guts out whenever needed. Even if we can't help, we can certainly listen.
ChiKat, there were plenty of pictures, mostly on actual film that wants developing, but some digital ones by ND that apparently came out gorgeously. I think he's on the road now, but I'm sure he can be nudged into posting them when he comes to a rest stop (unless Kristin objects, which she shouldn't, 'cause SMOKING HOTT).
I'm asking for these for my birthday.
How long do I have to wait? Can we make some sort of deal?
Kittens, perhaps?
eta: cuz we could make a dea, but that isn't the kind of enforcement I need.
Gud, notice "Bitch" in the title. It's not just a noun around here. It's a place to vent. I hope you can find a way to be happier. It's hard for me to imagine saying mean things to someone who cleans, but I know how bad it can get between two people.
She's not a bad person or anything, it's just hard to get along right now and I'm not sure how we're going to fix things.
I'm sure he can be nudged into posting them when he comes to a rest stop (unless Kristin objects, which she shouldn't, 'cause SMOKING HOTT).
Yes, yes please.
hopping up and down, clapping hands in gleeful anticipation
