Spikes Bitches 30: Never trust any Bitch over 30
'Time Bomb'
Spike's Bitches 29: That sure as hell wasn't in the brochure.
[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.
Thanks, WS. That's good to know. As I get older, I'm definitely discovering any number of careers I could find satisfying that I had no idea existed. As much as people thing private schools are the shit, the private Catholic girls' school my parents dragged me to did not have a full-time career counselor and I could have really used one.
My high school's answer to career counseling was something like this:
Counselor: Aimee, what d you want to be?
Me: History and english teacher.
Counselor: There are too many of those. Pick something else.
Me: A princess.
And then I left.
Help! Hubby is watching a Scooby Doo movie and won't tell me why! Is it the first sign of senility? Is it too late to save him?
Too late. Shoot him now.
I was afraid of that.
Me: A princess.
Heh. Betcha they couldn't tell ya there were too many of those.
Happy Birthday, Drew!
How scary, Nora. I am so glad it didn't turn out worse.
I bitched in LJ and just cannot type it out again but I was joking a couple weeks ago when I said I wanted to neicenap this trip cause I finally would get to see and talk to her. Turns out? She is so completely miserable that my heart is broken and all I want to do is get her away. I am just devestated after talking with her today.
After she got sent off to Vermont where her communications are, let's say, extremely limited - my worst nightmares were not as bad as this. I am hoping that my brother and sister-in-law rot in hell right now.
I wish there was just anything I could do.
Ah, damn, Cass. That sucks so very much. Feeling hopeless in the face of others' idiocy and badness is the worst feeling.
I saw your post, Cass. I'm so sorry. I know people who know people...maybe we can bust her out. How old is she?
I am off to fix one part of my stupid no-good messed-up very bad yesterday and get some cat litter. I have no idea what happened to the cat litter, but after I'd emptied the cat box and cleaned it (a Sunday project), I grabbed the litter bag stored behind it to discover it was empty. It wasn't empty last Sunday - I had a full box's worth left. And why would someone empty it and leave the bag?
It's a mystery, but more annoying was the thought of living without litter all Sunday....it's the small stuff that really gets under my skin.