Spike's Bitches 25 to Life
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
But it's still not *his* money, is it?
Well, the plan was that DH's salary would cover the bills and his personal expenses, while my freelancing would cover my personal expenses and, as it grew, expand to pay down debt and build savings. Only it didn't work. So in a sense I *am* taking his money, since I wa supposed to be earning enough money myself to cover these things.
Can they use only one sea anemone to get the goods and then synthesize the rest from non-animal sources? Because that would make me really happy.
Heh. I don't recall how the harvesting process works. I know they modify the purified peptide anyway, but I don't know whether they've been able to synthesize it.
Well, the plan was that DH's salary would cover the bills and his personal expenses, while my freelancing would cover my personal expenses and, as it grew, expand to pay down debt and build savings.
Oh. But still, freelancing is always a risk, which you both knew, right? I guess I'm saying even if *you* feel bad about it, he probably doesn't begrudge a haircut.
Despite the money fretting and the guilt about dependency and all, I'm still gonna vote for sucking it up and asking; it's shallow as all hell, but there is indeed something comforting and ego-stoking about the transformation from stupid hair to cool hair. And, as therapy or self-medications go, it's still very very cheap.
Also, Jen and Cindy, insent.
wrod.
And you're into it this far, right? That haircut money won't take anything away, right?
Or, could you trust a student? THey're cheap, if a bit of a time committment as you are somebody's, like, bangs final.
Susan, my sympathies. I know the pain of of the budget, yes I do.
And I so didn't mean when I first posted to start something that would offend anyone or bring my simmering money anxiety up to boiling over levels.
Just so tired, so hurty, and so wishing I could see some kind of light beyond this endless tunnel.
You'll be fine, Susan. You have a plan, and you are working on it. Sure, not you're original plan, and adjusting takes time, but you're on the road.
I am tellilng myself this a lot, and I don't have nearly as much of a plan, not am I doing as much to accomplish my goals.
Susan, you need a guilt-free you time. If you'll stress too much about money for a haircut to make you feel good, have Dylan take Annabel out for some Daddy time, grab your most comforting comfort read, and curl up with it. If you can take a bath, or spend your read with soothing lotion on your feet, so much the better.
ION....
Eeeeheeheehee.
Wee swabbie ducky: Aye, aye, Cap'n!
Wee bo's'n ducky: Steady as she goes.
Wee gunnery ducky: Arrrrrrrrr.
Wee pirate ducky: Avast!
Zach as Juliana acts out the above seafaring drama: amused.
The cats whilst eyeing the wee piratical duckies: threatened with shaving if they go near them.
Juliana as she unpacks the rest of the stuff the lovely EpicTangent sent her: gleefully beside herself.
Hee! I love it, sweetie! Thanks! The tiara kicks ass. Black metal and sparklies. Yummy.