I'm trying beer. It's not making me want to cry any less but at least my shoulders aren't a huge knot of pain.
Spike's Bitches 44: It's about the rules having changed.
[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.
(((Teppy and brenda))) I'm sorry this day sucked for so many people.
Yeah, the high of the house buying has been brought down to earth somewhat. My mother and Lewis' dad are both pretty unhappy with us. But that's just tough. I'm not going to live my life based on what someone else wants. I can't even believe they'd expect that of us.
Hope tomorrow is better for everyone.
{{smonster, brenda, Teppy}}
Meh, we're having a weird evening. I fell asleep on the train and both Tom and I were not up for cooking dinner (though we did take the trash out before we collapsed.)
Tom went up to bed at like 7:30.
Boyfriend has now been instructed on importance of sympathy over problem solving.
If you ever find a successful way of getting this point through let me know.
A pox on the doctor of Sox.
Indeed.
Barb, I am so excited about your move. Sorry the parental units are being hard on you, but your responsibility is to you and your immediate family.
{{Bitches}} May a sound peaceful sleep bring renewal and a much better day tomorrow.
have a large ginger tom on me. it's very therapeutic.
have a large ginger tom on me
Now's the time when I completely blank on TomW's hair colour.
Nora, I have a small farting black cat draped over the cushiom behind me, and it's not therapeutic at all.
How can one small cat make such a large stink?
I have a snoring Labrador lying across my feet. Kind of feels like I put a quarter in the bed.
I have a small ginger tom curled up on my lap. Nora's right. It's very therapeutic.
One thing I hate about feeling this tired is that one of my primary PMS symptoms comes raging up even though it is the wrong time. Paranoia is not fun at all. What makes it especially not fun is that I feel like I can't post about what's running through my mind without it coming across as so manipulative that any reassurance I receive will feel fakey-fake.