Curling into a ball and running away are time honored metods of dealing with badness. That said, current craptasticness is totally bump in the road and not your final destination.
Ben ,'The Killer In Me'
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.
Can I be a ball who runs away?
Yep!
And then you'll come back. 'Cause you're just that tough.
What Trudy said.
I am reading a book on exercize. That's, like, a step in the right direction, right?
Depending on the size of the book, it may well be an upper-body workout in itself. OotP sure was.
I just got back from a lunch spent buying shoes. (Well, sandles.) Yesterday I spent my lunch hour getting a haircut. It feels like someone enhanced my girly side when I wasn't looking. Whee!
Ok. Runaway plans foiled for now. Going to see a movie instead. Need to shower. No energy. Maybe moviegoers will get to smell stinky me for a couple of hours.
Yesterday I spent my lunch hour getting a haircut. It feels like someone enhanced my girly side when I wasn't looking.
Waits for Hec to show up...
My mom went to her 30th reunion, which, oddly enough was held on my 30th birthday. My OBC, who hadn't been to a reunion since the 10th was there, wife in tow. My mom and he spoke and he not once asked about me. Later on in the evening, my mom was a little bit toasted and wnated to go over to him and say, "I know where you were 30 years ago, do you know?"
My dad and her friends stopped her.
I wish I could have crashed that party in all of my hugely pregnant splendor.
Maybe moviegoers will get to smell stinky me for a couple of hours.
That's the spirit!
(See, if you giving up utterly goes to that extent this should work out just fine.)
{{{{{vw}}}}} If you do turn into a ball, turn into a Stitch-ball - tuck your feet into your mouth and roll around, growling in frustration. Then, create a model of San Francisco and rampage through it (or come to SF proper and rampage). It always does the trick.
Love you.
Ok. Off to the movies. I even took a quick shower. Of course, I'm dressed in clothing much too light for today's chilly weather, but whatever. So, I freeze to death. It might be a blessing in disguise.