I seem to have missed the crying over everything, but I've nearly gone postal on a member of my Monday writers group any number of times because all his recent work is set in a dystopic future created by global warming that he's quite confident will really happen. Confident and, I swear,
gleeful.
And it just pisses me off, because he's 70 or so and doesn't have kids, so I'm like, "Can we stop rejoicing in the coming comeuppance of the wealthy and powerful? 'Cuz my daughter and I have to live with whatever comes, and while your rejoicing doesn't change the outcome any more than my fretting over it would,
YOU'RE PISSING ME OFF!"
Um. Yeah. Just channeling this stuff in my own goofy way.
{{Erin}} So sorry things are of the suck right now. Fay et al are wise people.
vw, good luck with class tonight!!
{{{{Erin}}}} I'm so sorry about the sucky day. Fay is indeed wise.
Ok, I'm going home to try and be fruitful and less craXXXy.
Thanks for all the hugs and hairpats and assorted Good Words and other welcome assistance. I feel like I might actually smile tonight.
That kind of writing bothers me too, Susan and I'm single as a unicorn.
My Tiara Came!!! Although I couldn't find a card with a name on it.
But it's here and it's sparkly and y'all will have to wait until I can find someone to take a pciture of me with it on because I suck at taking self pictures.
And I got my hair cut, it's not as short as I planned but it looks nice and spiky and he did something with my sideburns and widow's peak so I've got an interesting shape going on.
But, he's starting to plan on moving out of town. This town is really small, it's even smaller if you are gay and single (which he is) and honestly I can't blame him.
Emmett is proof that you don't have to be a baby to be VERY CUTE!!
oh, yes, wrod.(And there is a big Hecubus-resemblance, too, imo.)
