That is a big chunk of fibroid, woman!
Feel better. ::smooch::
Mal ,'Jaynestown'
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That is a big chunk of fibroid, woman!
Feel better. ::smooch::
Thanks you guys. I'm proud of myself as I am the world's biggest baby, but I have been very very good.
Poor DW cried as it reminds her of her dad's last days. My poor sweetie.
Am so loopy!
I am one of the histrionics people. I'm not terribly proud of it, but it's the way I'm wired. I cry at the drop of a hat: I cry when I'm angry, when I'm upset, when I'm tired ... you get the idea. But! I am capable of Dealing With Things while I'm sobbing.
This is me too. Just because I'm crying doesn't mean I'm useless! And there are times I can go all stoical too, usually if there's someone else who is breaking down.
Poor GC! Hope you have a fast recovery, lady!
And, Shir, I'm sorry for your loss. I've been keeping you (and Nilly) in my thoughts this week.
Hugs for DW too. {{DW}} It is so hard to see our loved ones in pain. Can she get some good drugs too? Cause loopy is good!
I hate conflict more than whatever problem
I try to go with a "Deal with it or let it go" process on problems. Some things cannot be resolved, and if I'm not going to have the balls to bring it up, I take a deep breath and just let it go. This doesn't do anything to keeping problems from recurring, but it does keep the ulcer down.
(((Shir))) I'm so sorry.
(((GC))) Poor you; tons of recovery-ma.
I tend to have my hysterical break downs after I deal with things and the situation is over, which confuses the hell out of people.
OK. Fuck the "eye of the storm" thing. I need to know nothing else won't get wrong in my life this week. My rent also went up by about 100$ today as well. I don't think I'll be able to get through this year without getting financial support from my parents, after the lay off, and that's after being independent as a principle ever since I'm 18. Unless I'll get a really good job, which, by looking at my second semester, I doubt.
Dammit.
OK. Fuck the "eye of the storm" thing.
Seriously. Not quite two days left and you have to pull this shit, 2008?
Fuck you sideways-- with a chainsaw.
Sans lube.
It should surprise nobody here that Bonny's "dark side" comment sent me right to "There's a dark side to you, Tim Bayliss...you've got to know the darker, uglier, sides to yourself..." place. It's intense there.
It's been a while, but...
FUCKCAKE O' THE DAY!!
Phone: ...so, what with one thing and another, I had to destroy my washer and dryer.
Me: How the hell do you have a washer and a dryer? You're a phone! You can't...
Phone: *ring* We'll talk later.
Me: But...
Phone: *RING* already, okay?
FCO'TD: I called my insurance and they say it's still active.
Me: ...okay.
FCO'TD: ...
Me: ...
FCO'TD: My name is Fuckcake.
Me: Fuckcake what?
FCO'TD: Fuckcake O' The Day.
Me: Just a moment. (tappity of keys tappity of keys)... you quit in 2007.
FCO'TD: Yes.
Me: And (Insurance Company) is saying you're still active?!
FCO'TD: Yes.
Me: Hold, please. (dials other dept.)
Me: Fuckcake O' The Day, formerly of the Fuckcakery of Fuckcakeville says her insurance is still active. She quit in '07.
Other Dept.: What?! (tappity of keys tappity of keys) No, her benefits termed in 2007.
Me: You're sure.
Other Dept.: Absolutely.
Me: Great thanks. (pick up other line) Fuckcake? Thanks for holding. We just confirmed that your benefits with Insurance Company terminated in 2007. You know, shortly after you quit your job.
FCO'TD: They say they're still active.
Me: Insurance Company said that?
FCO'TD: No, Other Insurance Company.
Me: You never had benefits through us with Other Insurance Company.
FCO'TD: Yes, I did.
Me: No, you didn't.
FCO'TD: Yes, I did.
Me: Seriously? No, you didn't.
FCO'TD: So I don't have benefits through you?
Me: No. Not since 2007.
FCO'TD: So who's going to pay for my doctor bills?
Me: When did you go to the doctor?
FCO'TD: Last week.
Me: Well, then, I don't know. Not us.
FCO'TD: Can I get my benefits back?
Me: No. You quit your job. Over a year ago.
FCO'TD: Then who's going to pay for my doctor's bills?
Me: Not. Us.
FCO'TD: ...
Me: ...
FCO'TD: *click*
Me: You do NOT have a washer and a dryer.
Phone: You know how to ruin a good story, you know that?