I also found some really fun people I was so happy to reconnect with. And this actually inspired me to send asshole a nice note, because frankly, at this point, a lot of the asshole issues are my lingering ones about ALWAYS working with people who let me do the work and take the credit/don't appreciate me, and he probably doesn't deserve half the anger I have toward him for things he did while under the age of 24!
There is a buffistas group, although I don't know how to tell you to find it-- I just sort of randomly did, and then ended up with buffista friends.
The weirdest thing for me, which may happen to you to, is finding Buffistas with friends that I knew from college/theatre because they are also theatre people. It has happened twice and is interesting in a worlds collide kind of way.
oh peoples. mac had a mac vs. kid on bike wreck at the park. No blood, but a bruised up shin (on the non brace leg), I piggybacked him home and he scooted himself up the stairs on his bottom. I have him on the couch with leg up and ice on it. Teen Titans are on the TV, so I think the next 2.5 hours are taken care of.
Poor kiddo. I hope the ice + rest + cartoons cure does its magic.
Oh, poor mac. Hope the ice, rest, and comfort TV heal him up quick.
Enjoyed The Dark Knight (sorry you have to wait two weeks, msbelle!)
Then I went to Blockbuster and rented four movies (I have tomorrow off): Stargate Continuum (for the extras; I've already watched the movie), 10,000 B.C., 28 Weeks Later, and... oh, The Mist. I have no idea whether any of those are supposed to be good, but I was in a random mood + I had to get home to use the facilities. Think I will order in food tonight and be a big ol' sloth.
Ooh poor mac! The scooting sounds really resourceful, though.
I'll poke around and see if I can find the Buffista group.
Poor mac!
RICE = rest, ice, cartoons, and ... emotional support?
I wish I were in Vegas. Or had been recently. Yay Vegas!
I was recently in Brooklyn, but not at Ikea -- there's a ferry from my office that I still need to check out.
he became a master at the butt scootch last summer after his surgery.
I was recently in Brooklyn, but not at Ikea -- there's a ferry from my office that I still need to check out.
My parents are way close to the Ikea ferry, and I swear the mere presence of the thing turns my dad into a 3-year-old. The last time we were up, he was all, "You could take the boat to Ikea!"... "but we don't want to go to Ikea"... "But... there's a boat! You could take it there!! A BOAT!"
That's basically how I feel. A BOAT! To IKEA!! And yet? Still haven't taken it.
