I think I've gone mildly crazy. I just applied for 3-4 jobs in the San Diego area. Uhm. Eh, can't hurt.
Spike's Bitches 42: Which question do you want me to answer first?
[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.
Sean you should do like I do and only try to see the peeps you actually miss.
Hey Steph, I have a meds question for you too. My doctor wants me to take Lipitor. Should I worry about that? For some reason it is making me feel very old and like I'm falling apart.
I hate more than anything on the planet that I had to choose between me hurting and her hurting.
Oh, God, I just want to hug the stuffing out of you. I'm so sorry for how hard this is on both of you, so sorry that someone I care about is in that shitty no-happy-choice place. {{{Sean}}}
It's this shittiest thing I've ever had to do.
No, it would have been shittier to stay in a relationship that ultimately would have made you both miserable. If you were in pain, she would have been in pain, and the longer you were together, the harder it would have been. That doesn't make it any easier now, I know.
A friend's ex, who dumped her the first time by telling her he was marrying someone else and then who looked her up 25 years later and then dumped her again, wanted to friend me on LinkedIn. Uh, no. (As to why she got back together with him, I believe we've already established that we have friends who have no sense about men.)
Sean you should do like I do and only try to see the peeps you actually miss.
That's my plan for the next time I'm out here, Burrell.
Oh, God, I just want to hug the stuffing out of you.
You save that up, and I'll take it the next time I see you, Sweetness.
{{{Sean}}}
CBD came over to help me tonight, since I can hardly walk. His car was just broken into and his TomTom was stolen. Ugh. I feel terrible.
I hate more than anything on the planet that I had to choose between me hurting and her hurting.
Having recently been there, I have no good words to offer. A snoggle, maybe?
A snoggle, maybe?
Done deal!
Sigh. I've been reading about gifted/learning disabled kids lately. And there are so many things in a lot of those descriptions that are describing exactly the problems I'm having with getting my dissertation done. And I know that all of them are the exact same problems I've dealt with all my life, but they just seem magnified now that I've got this huge thing that I need to do all by myself. I feel like I should have learned things like planning and organization by now. Everyone else seems to be able to do it, and I just can't.
(As to why she got back together with him, I believe we've already established that we have friends who have no sense about men.)
And mothers. Don't forget mothers.