Cool...reverse diaspora's fine with me. Full circle and all that(great-grandpa came from Copenhagen) And they never watched television, either. Ever. What can I talk to people like that about? Especially if they don't appreciate a good murder. I'm out, then, you know. It's how we roll in Munchkinland. Deflecting personal questions with jokes since 1978.
So that's my dream. That and some stuff about cigars and a tunnel.
Faith ,'Get It Done'
Spike's Bitches 39: Cuppa Tea, Cuppa Tea, Almost Got Shagged, Cuppa Tea...
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
erikaj - Feb 19, 2008 12:25:59 pm PST #7075 of 10001
Always Anti-fascist!
Jen - Feb 19, 2008 12:34:48 pm PST #7076 of 10001
love's a dream you enter though I shake and shake and shake you
You can get gay married in Massachusetts! I heart my state.
Trudy Booth - Feb 19, 2008 12:35:04 pm PST #7077 of 10001
Greece's financial crisis threatens to take down all of Western civilization - a civilization they themselves founded. A rather tragic irony - which is something they also invented. - Jon Stewart
Maybe we'll murder someone!
Aims - Feb 19, 2008 1:06:26 pm PST #7078 of 10001
Shit's all sorts of different now.
checks Gay Agenda, which was acquired through GOP website
No, no, no, I'm sorry. You can't go to Denmark to get gay-married. You have to go to Massachusetts. On ... lemme see...Gay Pride's that weekend, AIDS awareness that weekend, then there's Folsom...there's time in October. That work for you guys?
Wait. This is the Gay Itinerary. Dammit.
Susan W. - Feb 19, 2008 2:01:00 pm PST #7079 of 10001
Good Trouble and Righteous Fights
Sleeping Annabel: [link]
When we put her to bed, Clifford and Kitty were tucked next to her and were NOT wearing party hats. She was also under a sheet and a quilt, which ended up on the floor and out of sight.
Polter-Cow - Feb 19, 2008 2:01:50 pm PST #7080 of 10001
What else besides ramen can you scoop? YOU CAN SCOOP THIS WORLD FROM DARKNESS!
After my mom was diagnosed with ALS (well, actually, at some point after she lost the use of her legs), my parents put me in counseling. I was 12, and all the counselor really wanted me to say was that my father was sexually abusing me. Which couldn't have been farther from the truth, and made me absolutely distrust all psychological counseling for years and years.
That sounds like the time I went to a counselor in college to talk about my issues with my mom, and all she wanted to talk about was why I didn't have a girlfriend. Never went back.
d - Feb 19, 2008 2:26:42 pm PST #7081 of 10001
It's nice to see some brave pretenders trying to make it interesting.
I borrowed the Wicked soundtrack from the library. It was not true love at first listen. But I had it on repeat b/c the radio was boring on my way to/from AC. Now I'm addicted, and can't get the songs out of my head!
erikaj - Feb 19, 2008 2:45:07 pm PST #7082 of 10001
Always Anti-fascist!
Ok, Lehane country it is. I'll shock my cousins some other time. Wicked cool, huh?
omnis_audis - Feb 19, 2008 2:56:11 pm PST #7083 of 10001
omnis, pursue. That's an order from a shy woman who can use M-16. - Shir
Sleeping Annabel: [link]We walked in one night and this is what we saw. Apparently she'd been having a party.
What? no empties? Man, we gotta teach that kid how to party!
I went to a counselor in college to talk about my issues with my mom, and all she wanted to talk about was why I didn't have a girlfriend. Never went back.What's kind of funny is, my folks got divorced when I was 5, so "they" (not sure who) thought it best that I go to the school shrink to help me through it. All I remember about the one or two visits was playing this board game where you roll, land on a space, and draw a card that has a question. The one question I remember was "what do you think if a boy stands with his hands in his pants and plays with his pennies" and I was like "whatever, quarters are more fun cuz you can play that basketball game, but thats at a table with a friend" and the shrink was like "um, that doesn't say 'pennies' that says 'penis'." I told my mom how the guy was asking wank questions, and I didn't get called back down to his office again.
beekaytee - Feb 19, 2008 3:28:51 pm PST #7084 of 10001
Compassionately intolerant
I can totally relate to the bad experiences with 'shrinks'. When I finally decided to risk my father's threats being promises, I opened up to the head of the mental health center at my university.
She spent the entire session yawning and fiddling with things on her desk and, despite my wailing and basically falling apart, at the 50 minute mark she asked, "Why are you here again?"
I was devastated in the moment and did not seek help again for 6 years. I see now what her deal was...NOBODY wants to have to do mandatory reporting and then have stories recanted, get into legal woes, etc. Not an excuse by any means, but I get where she was coming from.
The thing is, the bad experiences we've had do not need to represent a profession, a practice or even a person. That woman might have been very different on another day.
The bottom line was, Iwas miserable and needed help. I kept trying until I found it. That is my right and my responsibility.
Trust me, it's easier to stay unhappy in this culture than it is to swim upstream...but the work is, in my experience, totally worth it.