'Underneath'
[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.
Heh. My dad got saddled with "Igor" and hated it as a child, always said he would change his name as soon as he was 18.
Which he did. To add "Olegovich" as a legal middle name.
My grandfather was named Weed - Guido on his birth certificate but always called Weed because they lived near the city of the same name when he was born (same way his brother got called Reno) and he legally changed his name at some point.
High tolerance for unusual names in my family.
My dad was named after his grandfather so had his great-grandmother's maiden name as his middle name. And he hated it, but really -- it's not that bad. (Seaver - see? Pretty ordinary.)
Laura, OUCHIE!
I am still sick like a sick thing. And, I am at school. My teacher is away at a conference, so I *had* to be here to teach classes today. If I still feel icky tomorrow, I am totally calling in sick. I haven't felt this sick in years.
it feels to me like people who go all "oh, I get down too" when depression comes up.Yes... It's such a painful thing to figure out too. To try and get people who haven't dealt with it themselves try to understand what is happening with you.
It's probably really hard to figure out on both sides. People can't identify with things that are completely unknowable to them.
Laura, I'm glad that you are getting that knee seen by a professional. Let us know how it goes, please.
Feel better, Chikat.
Laura and ChiKat - feel better, stat.
Andi - yay for a lovely weekend.
Hope you can de-gronkify, sj.
I find (some) internet quizzes interesting, but I'd never actually put stock in what they tell me. At most, one of them might trigger a question for the doc, but not so far. (She's so funny; I've been seeing her for less than a year, and when I was in just before Christmas I said something like, "Yeah, I'm heading out to the mall to shop; I figure the crowds shouldn't be too bad today," and her head popped up, and she said, "Why? Do you have a problem dealing with crowds...?" And I was very confused for a second, and then I realized she was talking about serious anxiety stuff and I said something like, "Oh. No - I just don't like waiting in line." Anyway, point being, she's very sensitive to potential issues, it seems. Kind of reassuring.)
In further news of me, I smell tasty today. I used some kind of vaguely coconut smelling body scrub in the shower, and then a black currant body butter. Both procured yesterday for 50% and 75% percent off, respectively, at Bath and Bodyworks.
One class down! Two to go!
Laura, ouch, bad knee! Hope it's easily fixable.
Every time I take some quiz, I'm convinced I have the whatever-it-is. I just avoid them. I have a therapist and a psychiatrist; if there's something wrong with me, they ought to be able to figure it out.
I just realized - "IF there's something wrong with me"? ha! Obviously there is or I wouldn't have them.
My hair is dark again. Feels more like me. Unfortunately, I'm having to stick with temporary dyes because of the strong possibility that I'm allergic to permanent dyes. (My hair started falling out, aiieee! and my eyebrows, which was the real clue, because my stylist was dying my brows too.) So it doesn't completely cover the gray. However, I'm not sure I really mind... kinda makes me feel like I look like a grown-up, if that makes sense.
I didn't sleep at all last night, so I called out from work. At 3am. Then I got up to find that it had snowed. Good timing! Now, off to forage for breakfast, at noon.
Blarg. Am training again. I shouldn't be here. I really shouldn't. And yet I cling to the Buffistas. Yes, I cling.
Every time I take some quiz, I'm convinced I have the whatever-it-is.
I'm usually convinced that the tests are just flawed. I could be in deep denial.
I was accidentally screened for autism once. They were supposed to be screening me for ADD. So I know I'm not autistic, though my ADD status is still a mystery. (And I know enough Aspies in real life to know that, no, I don't fit that description. Okay, elementary school me did, but I think that was just poor socialization.)
What really throws the quizzes off with me are the sections or questions on stims. Especially now that I've gone and undone years of training myself to sit still and stop twitching. (Twitchy people burn more calories, drat it!)