hee Model UN 1986
I totally would have pined for you in 1986.
more the Veronica Lake waves
Woof!
'Never Leave Me'
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hee Model UN 1986
I totally would have pined for you in 1986.
more the Veronica Lake waves
Woof!
I am Blinvisible!
I'm thinking about it!
YOU ARE NOT BLINVISIBLE!
t mollified
I do less rolls, and more the Veronica Lake waves
We just had to explain to my 23-year old coworker yesterday about who Veronica Lake was. She just got a new haircut with VL-style bangs.
You are not, Nora!
Lisa makes me miss the '80s.
sj, you've got a good grandfather. How sweet of him.
Teppy, I hope the situation with the group president was resolved and he realises what an asshat he is. You don't need to put up with any of his bullshit. Especially when it doesn't make grammatical or logical sense.
It hasn't been resolved yet, and I actually underestimated just how stressful this really is to me (BF is also involved in the group, therefore causing strife is going to backlash on him as well as me; also brings up old feelings from the freak-ass church and how they just cut me out of their lives as soon as I wasn't willing to play by all their rules).
I'm also making stress for myself about a hypothetical could-I-buy-a-home situation, and there's some stress (also created entirely by me) around around The Boy (nothing bad; I just feel caretaker-y sometimes, like now, which stresses me out massively).
I'm about 10 seconds away from calling my doctor and begging him to call in a prescription for Ativan. But this is ridiculous. These are all non-issues, and they're all non-issues that *I* have created. I need to chill. But all day, I've been about an inch away from just flipping out.
Don't need hugs, really truly. But send Ativan. (Except Cindy; she gets to keep her Ativan.)
My shortest hair pic. [link]