Jayne ,'Jaynestown'
[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.
Things are..... rough. Things are going well between S and I, but we're very far beyond poor, no job offers are coming in despite constant searching, bills are mounting VERY quickly, and my computer just crapped out again. My stress levels are through the roof right now (computer problems just happened).
I can't afford a new computer, and the only ways I know to make money right now sort of require a computer.
Sorry about the rough and the resulting stress, Sean. But I'm glad you have S to lean on and that she has you to lean on, also. Money issues have to be one of the worse things a new-ish couple has to deal with and I can't help thinking that if you two survive this, you'll survive anything.
Job~ma and computer~ma to you!
What Nicole said, Sean. May you both find something soon!
{{{Sean}}} Money problems just plain suck.
Manray is gone. Sniff. I only went the once, but it just seems so wrong for it to be *gone*. It was there this morning when I walked Toto, and now, it's just gone.
Gone.
It's the end of an era.
No kidding. It opened when I was living in Boston in 1984.
I have just read the awfullest piece of disability art. EVAH...the dogs-playing-poker of personal essays. Of course this guy is hugely prolific...on the upside I suppose it made my reader's report really easy to write even if it did say "Yikes!"
I have nothing really to say, but I'm dying to know what Kara meant.
One of my friend's child came to visit us once and she went on and on about wanting a pink square. We drew her pink squares, we went to a fabric store, Mr. Jane sewed a red t-shirt into a cube and bleached it a bit. Still. not happy. Finally we're at lunch at El Chicos and she comes running over to tell us she found the pink square- chicklets. We didn't tell Mr. Jane.
{{{Sean}}}
I am so tired. I managed to avoid the post-Yom Kippur headache (no sugar the past few days, and a light meal with very little sugar to break the fast), but I'm still exhausted, even after taking a three-hour nap after synagogue this afternoon.
Daisy, I'm feeling particularly stupid today, and your tag is not helping me. Who did you used to be?
Who did you used to be?
See Natter where I spill the beans.
I'll erase it soon.