Hey Erin! It's good to see you. Pay off those bills and get solvent and back online and grace us with your presence regularly.
Gud, you need to video Leif doing his lighthouse imitation.
Me. Yes, please. Cave.
No cave for you!
t /Greek diner owner
Oh man, Nora, that sounds like no fun. For anybody involved. I never know what to say in situations like that.
I'm trying to help her in finding a therapist. It sounds like she's ready to start that kind of work. I'm also trying to get her to stop beating herself up for everything, 'cause of the not productiveness of that. But, easier said than done, as I well know.
Raq, I always add "Now watch this drive" whenever I read your tag.
Me. Yes, please. Cave.
No cave for you!
You never let me have *anything* I want....
t pout
You never let me have *anything* I want....
No cave!
You can turtle-up until your sinuses feel better, though. But that's it!
You never let me have *anything* I want....
No cave!
You can turtle-up until your sinuses feel better, though. But that's it!
Meany-pants!
Today is one of those days where I wish I had my own little cave, stocked with booze and DVDs and a comfy couch/bed thing, so I could go hole up and not have to deal with anyone or anything
I call this place my "living room."
Today is one of those days where I wish I had my own little cave, stocked with booze and DVDs and a comfy couch/bed thing, so I could go hole up and not have to deal with anyone or anything
I call this place my "living room."
Want Jess's living room.
(Okay, technically the booze is in the kitchen. But it's a very small apartment.)
I call this place my "living room."
Well, our apartment has that, too. The futon is comfy and we have a lot of DVDs, and the booze isn't too far away, BUT it has the disadvantage of having other beings occupying it, as well. I seriously do not want any face-to-face interaction right now, including the cats.