askye, I'm so sorry. That's terrible, and frightening.
Laga, I...ugh. What a mess.
SuziQ, I just came back from SatC. I was never a big watcher, so I mosly went just to go with my friend, and it kinda just made me want to slap everyone. (And a couple of bits struck me as racist, and kinda pissed me off.)
My apartment is home; I've lived here for 6 years. But my mom and dad's house is also very much home to me, also. I feel safe in my apartment, physically and emotionally, but I feel safer in a different, more visceral way at my folks. (After about 3 days, I also feel a little crazy but still...)
Le sigh. As per my earlier whitefont, I am very sad (really: I thought things might have changed) to report that surgery has changed NOTHING for me on the girly-bits part. I'm very resentful that major surgery did not improve one aspect of that monthly nightmare. It's the whole reason I went to the gyn in the first place, dammit.
{{askye}} I'm sorry that is just wrong
SuziQ, I just came back from SatC
The more I think about my cryfest, I think it just hit me for reasons outside the actual movie. The underlying friendship between the 4 made me feel very alone and I've been struggling with that with all this move stuff. I'm leaving some fantastic people here and even with three adults in this house, I'm the one who has to make all the plans. So - nothing to do with the movie directly, but yeah.
Oh, askye, I'm sorry. That's way too young.
I'm sorry your girly bits are continuing their erring ways. Maybe it will be better after you have more time to heal?
Home is where my books are.
I have discovered what happens when surgery on gums starts to heal. It itches. Aargh. It's a good thing I didn't need to go anywhere today, because I keep making weird faces to try to deal with the itching.
Suzi, it made me feel old and poor. Also, fat, in the scene when the girls gang up on Samantha when she arrives at the door late in the movie. Hello? WTF? I didn't even know what the deal was until they started saying stuff.
However, it did make me feel like a very good friend, because the way Carrie and Miranda interacted made me want to stab them both in the face.
The one dress Carrie wore in that big scene in the library (I hope I'm being indirect enough for spoilerphobes? let me know) dress was beautiful but the...er, hair...made me laugh out loud. I was the only one, and I let out this horrid loud snorkle in a theatre reverent towards the beauty.
Oh askye. I'm so sorry. Peace and strength to you and your family.
Oh askye, I'm so sorry. My thoughts are with you and your family right now.
As a kid and through college, home was where my family lived. Even in grad school, my apt was "my place" and home was where my parents lived. Now it's where I live, but in my case that's a bit overdetermined.
Funny thing is there are plenty of places I like better than LA, that I'd like to live in more than LA. My mom used to say "Home is the place where, when you have to go there, they have to take you in."
I had the fat, old, and poor down pat before the movie started, so there wasn't much further to go on those roads. I just felt very alone.
But yes, K-Bug and I both snorfled at the, er, hair.
Absolutely separately....
{{{askye}}}}
Oh, askye, I'm so very sorry.
