Lord, please send me a good, attractive guy. I want to move out of here next year, and unless I'll find myself a boyfriend it wouldn't be practical, money-wise.

Aww. Potential date replied, and he seems to be a sweetheart.

Yay for Miracleborns! ~Ma for Connie.

Pix, Yikes! are there less students enrolled?? What would cause massive layoff? In the middle of the school year?

There was more, but can't remember all now. :: throws glitter :: for thems celebrating, and {{{ }}} for thems that need comfort!

How about this guy: [link]

Uh-ha. And how, exactly, do you offer I should travel to my uni next year? I need to graduate, you know.

I went to one of the local elementary schools to pick up cookie money from one of our scout moms.

I got the money and another 5 year old.

Both girls are eating jambalaya and watching tv.

How about this guy:

I seriously do not get it. Funny, smart, combine the boho appeal of theater-guyness with the long-term appeal of holding down a serious job (from which another serious job wanted you enough to actively poach you), and easy on the eyes to boot.

All of which, minus the theater jobness, could easily apply to basically all the single Buffista men. It's deeply head-scratchy. You should all be waving your arms helplessly, nearly trampled by a stampede of awesome smart geeky women/men/bipeds of your heart's desire. What is wrong with the humans in all y'all's meatspaces?

I don't know. I even got all angsty about it last night.

Pain is weird. My shoulder hurts, but it's not debilitating, it's just "there". Moderately distracting, a constant, low-grade ache. Nothing like ita or Hubby put up with. But the ibuprofen hasn't made much of a difference, and I find myself wishing tomorrow was surgery day.

I do not know how Hubby copes. He would say that he doesn't, and I absolutely do not want to know what it feels like when he cracks every now and then. One week to go, and I'll probably be kicking myself for putting it off so long.

Happy birthday Raq!!

job~ma Daniel!

congratulations Meara!

FLOMP

I know, P-C. I was thinking about that post, and about how much you kind of remind me of me at your age, except that (a) I never had the added stress of completely whacked-out family expectations (mildly kooky, but no worse than that), and (b) you're already further ahead at pushing through all the crap and getting better and saner and more grown-up than I was at your age.

So, let's see...I finally got my shit together and wound up partnered at 35 going on 36, and you're at least two years ahead of me and possibly increasing your rate of self-smartening/thoughtfulling, so I predict that... ::calculates, counts fingers, thinks, gives up, extracts random number ex cloaca:: twenty-eight and three-quarters will totally be your time.

Or possibly next week. There's really no way to tell.

As I mentioned elsewhere, I have another long distance crush. On someone you met, Nora. Now I just have to move to NO and convince him to do the same. Easy peasy, right?

I never had the added stress of completely whacked-out family expectations

These days, I am at the point where I just. Don't. Need. That. Shit. As long as I don't talk to them, they can't bring up any uncomfortable topics, and I can continue dealing with all the other shit. But I should probably still call home since I haven't called in over a week and they get touchy. I just have to enforce my lack of desire to engage in conversation on topics that I have already declared off-limits.

you're already further ahead at pushing through all the crap and getting better and saner and more grown-up than I was at your age.

Well, you didn't have the Buffistas.

twenty-eight and three-quarters will totally be your time

That's this June! I think you did the math wrong.