YAY School!!!

Go, Aimee!

Awesome, Aimee! Is this at the community college?

{{vw}} Try to be easy on yourself- everyone, EVERYONE loses it in an ungraceful and uncool manner every once in a while. This does not = psychological backslide, I pinky swear. It means that you responded to a really upsetting person and situation in a way you're not too proud of. And that's OK. I mean, as long as you know it's not something to repeat on a regular basis.

We all have buttons, and we all have bad days. I'm sorry this was such a shitty one for you.

Some holiday cheer for y'all: [link]

{{{VW}}} Some Latin advice for you:
NIL ILLEGITIMUS CARBORUNDUM
- Don't let the bastards get you down

OK, um. A lil hope-things-go-well~ma for me tonight.

butt wiggle

awww yeah

{{{{{vw}}}}}

Go Aimee! WHOO!!!

Dear Santa, Please to bring me these boots: [link] Love, me.

Nora is wise, vw, and has said everything I have been trying to find words for. I mean, aside from, the whole bit where I think your apology should be, "I'm sorry you are such a jerk that I gave into temptation to act like a jerk back. Try not to let it happen again."

Hmm. vw may not be the only person with anger issues today.

Is it me being overly fussy that I think it is a monumentally bad idea to put raw meat in the bottom (why does that look wrong?) drawer of the fridge next to fresh veggies and packages of shredded cheese? After all, the meat is in those styrofoam and plastic wrap supermarket packages with a plastic grocery bag for added protection.

ETA: Sorry, getting carried away with the ranting. I've been a crankypants lately.

vw, listen to the wise people, and use andi's apology. Also, I'm not sure you should characterize this as back-sliding. I'm going to explain this badly, but once upon a time my doctor looked at me and said, "you don't do this because you're depressed! You just do this because you're a procrastinator!" It was actually a good thing to blame a problem on a bad personality trait rather than the disease, because I finally felt like I was finding out what I was without the disease dictating what I did. Like I said - I'm explaining this very badly.

The furniture people showed up at 5:47 p.m., and I am back at the apartment where there is food and Internet.

Just finished reading the above, and I'm sorry to hear that this is not a good day VW, however, am I reading correctly that you literally spit on someone, or is that in a figurative sense? If it is in a literal sense, then yes, I do think you crossed a line. I understand, given your background, that something snapped, however I also feel that it is certainly something you'll need to be talking to your doctor about.

Either way, hang in there, it's a setback, not the end of the world.

however I also feel that it is certainly something you'll need to be talking to your doctor about.

I have already done so.

And, with that, I'm going to bed.