Woot for fellow Czech juliana! I too wanna go to the motherland. Get a shot with me in front of statue of my great great great great great grandpa Antonín. And yes! BEER! (also sending some comfort~ma your way.)

I'm surprised at how few posts I had to read to catch up. Must be a slow monday. Everyone hungover? Still gronked out? I also revel in the wide range of discussions here. /newbie smerk.

OK, I'm a lil too bouncy for monday morning... er.. noonish. Must have been that OJ! Lucky for my office mate, he's not here.

:: bounce bounce ::

I'm in shock. All signs are not pointing towards the end of my sister's marriage. I had thought telling your mom, "you never should have let me marry him" was a pretty firm mind-made-up sort of statement but Mom's not so sure. Gah I hate this.

Gah, Laga, I know it sucks to watch someone you love in a bad relationship. Sometimes, I think it just seems scarier to be alone. A fucked up routine is at least a routine. It's easier to know what to expect.

I can't tell you how many times I was sure L was ready to get out before she actually did.

Things get marginally better, and the relationship just seems safer than trying to navigate divorce, new routines, paying whatever housing payments and bills. It can all just be really overwhelming to face, even if they know there are people who are willing to carry them through it.

the relationship just seems safer than trying to navigate divorce, new routines, paying whatever housing payments and bills. It can all just be really overwhelming to face, even if they know there are people who are willing to carry them through it.

Nods.

Are there kids?

laga!!!! {{{{{HUGS}}}}}

No kids but the hosebrain :just: got a job so maybe she wants to try to get back some of the money she lost over the past year. I don't think she's ever had a relationship that didn't result in a financial loss for her.

We chalked L's losses up to the "jackass tax." We all pay it one way or another.

Yeah. I still owe some jackass taxes myself.

My office moved from Santa Monica to Culver City over the weekend. Today was the first day in the new office. We now have open seating (read: cubicle-land). I miss my window and my office door.

We chalked L's losses up to the "jackass tax." We all pay it one way or another.

Word. But, after all, it's just money. Which is important, but less so than being in a bad, potentially abusive relationship.