I love you all so much. I really don't know what I would do without you right now. Thank you.
Okay, deep breath. Music and cleaning.
Xander: I do have Spaghetti-os. Set 'em on top of the dryer and you're a fluff cycle away from lukewarm goodness. Riley: I, uh, had dryer-food for lunch.
'Same Time, Same Place'
Spike's Bitches 30: Going on Thirteen
[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.
Pix - Apr 19, 2006 1:25:25 pm PDT #285 of 10002
We're all getting played with, babe. -Weird Barbie
ChiKat - Apr 19, 2006 1:26:47 pm PDT #286 of 10002
That man was going to shank me. Over an omelette. Two eggs and a slice of government cheese. Is that what my life is worth?
Tons of sense, Kristin. Give yourself rewards as you go. Once you pick up the living room and put everything away, you can spend 10 min on b.org. Once you clean the toilet, you can have a cold pop.
I do that to myself all the time.
WindSparrow - Apr 19, 2006 1:26:53 pm PDT #287 of 10002
Love is stronger than death and harder than sorrow. Those who practice it are fierce like the light of stars traveling eons to pierce the night.
Kristin, if this is elbow-grease therapy, then here is me shaking my pom-poms for you. We want you to do what will make you least stressed, and by we, I mean all the Bitches, and your Dad, too. Put on some dancing music and boogy the mess outta there. If you are having trouble getting started, maybe make a deal with yourself to have some sort of treat if you accomplish a certain amount.
I had to promise myself brownies in order to get myself to shower and leave the house to apply for a job, and yet once I got going, everything was fine.
ChiKat - Apr 19, 2006 1:27:36 pm PDT #288 of 10002
That man was going to shank me. Over an omelette. Two eggs and a slice of government cheese. Is that what my life is worth?
I had to promise myself brownies in order to get myself to shower and leave the house to apply for a job,
Brownies are a great reward!
JZ - Apr 19, 2006 1:28:13 pm PDT #289 of 10002
See? I gave everybody here an opportunity to tell me what a bad person I am and nobody did, because I fuckin' rule.
It totally makes sense. Just do whatever the minimum is to allow yourself to be comfortable having your dad in your space, and don't run yourself ragged. I'm sorry it's been such an emotional and financial whammy of a day.
Topic!Cindy - Apr 19, 2006 1:29:58 pm PDT #290 of 10002
What is even happening?
Poor Kristin. What a crappy day. I'm glad you'll have your dad at the end of it. I totally understand the cleaning thing. Plus, at the end, you'll have clean apartment, which is also nice.
Emily - Apr 19, 2006 2:29:45 pm PDT #291 of 10002
"In the equation E = mc⬧, c⬧ is a pretty big honking number." - Scola
Holy crap! [link] I gotta say, not a lot like this generally happens in Boston, at least not in heavily trafficked areas.
Ginger - Apr 19, 2006 2:33:59 pm PDT #292 of 10002
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda
I hope you'll all understand when I say that I have to clean.
When my mother is coming to visit, I become insano cleaning girl and find myself doing things like taking off the HVAC vents and washing them. My normal standard of clean is to be happy that nothing seems to be growing anywhere or falling on my head.
Atropa - Apr 19, 2006 2:43:04 pm PDT #293 of 10002
The artist formerly associated with cupcakes.
t tangent, about clothing as usual
Oooh! Wouldn't this be cute with, say, a pink petticoat, pink & black stripy tights, a little velvet bolero jacket, and oh, maybe a top hat? And a pink & black choker?
(Yes, I am being driven crazy by work and am trying to distract myself. But it's still a cute dress.)
Emily - Apr 19, 2006 2:47:45 pm PDT #294 of 10002
"In the equation E = mc⬧, c⬧ is a pretty big honking number." - Scola
We went by the Gap (because there just aren't a lot of decent clothing stores in walking distance), where I tried on tons of cute things, and got... black pants and a belt. Well, that's what I needed, after all. But I tried on this chocolate brown part-cashmere short-sleeved v-neck sweater that looked so good on me... particularly when I bent down, when there was a little bit of woo! cleavage! action. I decided that I actually have plenty of non-teaching clothing, and if I'm going to spend $30 bucks on a top, it'd better be something I can wear teaching. Dammit.