Spike's Bitches 34: They're All Slime and Antlers
[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.
frankly that's amusing to me.
You mock my pain!!! (Is that from a movie? It sounds like it is, but I can't recall if it is, and if so, which movie.)
You're fairly Tough Guy in your attitudes sometimes
Only because I assume that people won't be understanding if I *am* complainy.
and you see being wimpy/whiny/complainy as a huge negative.
Well, because I've been told it is.
As, for instance, I'm not dealing well at all with this latest round of Too Much Stress. [NB: I haven't shared all of it here, because it's extremely personal, and it doesn't belong here, nor do I feel comfortable sharing it.] [And I didn't just say that to be all coy and "I've got a secret"; I just wanted to try to give the whole picture that there's more stress going on than just sick!Dad and fucked-up!mean!Group President.]
And I did, in fact, go to the doctor last week and ask for Ativan. Which is helping, nominally. Enough that I don't feel like screaming all the time.
But who really wants to hear about my stress, you know? I should be used to my dad's constant hospital trips by now, and I should just shut the hell up about the group and resign already. Anything else I could say is just whining. Which is a bad pattern.
Cindy's Nana is wise. I say that all the time now to remind myself this is how it is.
How soon will you be here, Raq?
I'm shooting for 1 May. I'd like to start my next job earlier, but I have to work in a few trips first.
lisah, I love B'more, but the commute is a killer, especially to downtown DC. We thought about taking the train, but it takes so long and costs so much it's really not an option.
OK, I have to go make phone calls and dinner and yoga. I'm babysitting Mal's GF Friday as her mother will be having child #2, so I have to retrofit the house for a 15-month-old also.
{{{Teppy}}} I'm not sure anyone really gets used to someone they love constantly having health problems. I'm sorry you have been under so much stress.
You mock my pain!!! (Is that from a movie? It sounds like it is, but I can't recall if it is, and if so, which movie.)
It's from Princess Bride.
~ma and hugs for everyone, because I am Captain Read-And-Not-Respond. /shamed
Anything else I could say is just whining. Which is a bad pattern.
Like I said, this concern about whining is more your issue than the community's issue. You (more than most people) need to allow yourself to let down and be Not Strong and that you could use some support.
You're letting your Tough Girl self image get in the way of the things that you need emotionally.
You mock my pain!!! (Is that from a movie? It sounds like it is, but I can't recall if it is, and if so, which movie.)
It's from Princess Bride.
Really, I was thinking more of John Malkovich on SNL. "The Moon mocks me..."
Okay, I've taken my temperature almost as often as I've taken S's this morning (last check, she's down to 102.6, so that's good).
I know I don't have a fever, as the thermometer tells me I do not.
Yet? I still feel chilly, sore and achey.
That's not fair! If I don't have the fever any more, I shouldn't be having fever side effects, dammit!
the commute is a killer, especially to downtown DC. We thought about taking the train, but it takes so long and costs so much it's really not an option.
I wouldn't do it but I know a bunch of people do (I imagine mostly by train). I already hate commuting to Columbia, fucking Jessup starting next week, which is only about 40 minutes away. Even though it's not as much of a bargain as 5 years ago the housing prices are still just so much lower here.
Anyway, I hope you find something suitable and affordable with as little pain as possible very soon!!
You mock my pain!!! (Is that from a movie? It sounds like it is, but I can't recall if it is, and if so, which movie.)
It's from Princess Bride.
Life IS pain, Highness. Anyone who says different is selling something.
Hec and I grew up with the same Nordic brand of craxy that says until you actually see your spleen come out of your guts, you say it's just a flesh wound.And he's got the sport-o "Walk it off," thing, too I bet.(damn jocks...just don't grok)
My mom is totally that way...had a tumor cut out and was back at work Monday(Part of that was a suck job but I suspect she would've anyways. Cause she's macha like that.)
I think she was afraid she'd raised Candyass McKvetcherstein, but two things happened: I got a tattoo without screaming and I can look at bloody crime-scene footage. Now, she feels she's crimped me up sufficiently.