I'm gobsmacked. Poor Aimee. What the fucking fuck is wrong with the fucking universe?
Joe, you're a good man. You guys have all my best wishes to wade through this flood of shit. If you need anything, call, email, post, whatever. We're here for you.
Aimee needs all the ~ma, well-wishes, prayers, whatever you want to call it...she needs all you can give to make it happen, and if the gods and Fate are willing, I shall be the instrument of it.
You got if from me. And even if he is not all bad, I wish my physical health on Aimee's ex-boss; that is a measured curse. Nothing fatal or life threatening, nothing devastating, just a lifelong series of annoyances and time sinks that will eat hours from each of his days so long as he lives.
Of course my ma~~~ and matt's ma~~~ are being sent Amiee and Joe's way - amazing how ma~~~ will just keep going. And although I sorta understnad how her ex-boss did what he did - He still should have spoken with Aimee ASAP.
and javachick , insent shortly
Thoughts, prayers, lit candles, Workplace Shaped Voodoo Dolls, you name it.
Sadly, I can't get Superboy Prime to punch a fucking hole in reality and retcon this whole crapgasm of a week for you.
But if I could, I would.
All you wish for...send it for my wife.
Done.
{{{{{{{{{{{{Miracleborns}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}
Jesus Christ bananas, Aims. This is just an awful week. I'm so sorry. {{{Miracleborns}}}
Tep, you ought to add me too.
Also:
insert three-millionth rant about my mom here
Apparently living alone has turned me into some sort of disrespectful ingrate.
Apparently living alone has turned me into some sort of disrespectful ingrate.
don't be silly, you've always been one.
I hope some day you can really talk to your mom
I hope some day you can really talk to your mom
This would be very good. I hope so as well.
In much lighter news, Nicole, Lee dragged me kicking and screaming into the chocolate store today. Because after we had breakfast and we wandering back to the car, I mentioned that he - the dreamy gothy Harry Potter boy - was in there as we passed. He seduced me with chocolate and he's still yummy. I stammered, bought a marion berry truffle and then we left.
Status: Cass still enamored. Boy still tragically young and pretty.
I thought about kidnapping him and taking him to Seattle tomorrow. Jilli could put him in a cage for me and doll him up with eyeliner. And then I could check that he was very certainly legal and do ... other stuff.