Sean just texted me, so he's okay.
My whole life just flashed before my eyes! I gotta get me a life!
Xander ,'Dirty Girls'
Spike's Bitches 45: That sure as hell wasn't in the brochure.
[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.
Pix - May 28, 2010 5:34:07 pm PDT #20749 of 30000
The status is NOT quo.
smonster - May 28, 2010 6:02:22 pm PDT #20750 of 30000
We won’t stop until everyone is gay.
Thanks, Pix!
Steph L. - May 28, 2010 6:36:25 pm PDT #20751 of 30000
this mess was yours / now your mess is mine
I've needed to change my toenail polish for probably a month, maybe longer (why on EARTH it took me so long to recognize the various signs that my depression wasn't as well-medicated as it needed to be is beyond me). Tonight I finally got the old polish remnants off, but I don't think I'll put new polish on (basically the color of this mini cooper, with maybe a *smidge* more green in it than the car has) until tomorrow.
I'm only really posting that to say: my toes look FREAKY all un-colored and naked!
Scrappy - May 28, 2010 6:48:34 pm PDT #20752 of 30000
Life moves pretty fast. You don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.
Have made Sangria for the DH's birthday barbecue tomorrow. First time I made it. I hope it will pass muster with my SiL, who is not only an AWESOME cook, she and the DH have the same birthday, one year apart, so it is a barbecue for her, too. It was way fun using oranges and lemons from our own backyard.
Zenkitty - May 28, 2010 7:04:20 pm PDT #20753 of 30000
Every now and then, I think I might actually be a little odd.
(why on EARTH it took me so long to recognize the various signs that my depression wasn't as well-medicated as it needed to be is beyond me)
I think the reason for that is depression. The universe is made of irony.
Steph L. - May 28, 2010 7:12:52 pm PDT #20754 of 30000
this mess was yours / now your mess is mine
(why on EARTH it took me so long to recognize the various signs that my depression wasn't as well-medicated as it needed to be is beyond me)
I think the reason for that is depression. The universe is made of irony.
Like a snake eating its tail. A SNAKE MADE OF IRONY.
Nora Deirdre - May 28, 2010 7:14:04 pm PDT #20755 of 30000
I’m responsible for my own happiness? I can’t even be responsible for my own breakfast! (Bojack Horseman)
Hm, had a great night, but just got some news that pretty much negates all of it. UGH.
Maria - May 28, 2010 7:19:00 pm PDT #20756 of 30000
Not so nice is that I'm about to ruin a Friday morning for a bunch of people because of a series of unfortunate events and an upset foreign government. - shrift
You OK, Nora?
WindSparrow - May 28, 2010 7:27:20 pm PDT #20757 of 30000
Love is stronger than death and harder than sorrow. Those who practice it are fierce like the light of stars traveling eons to pierce the night.
What's going on, Nora? And punctuation for you.
Strix - May 28, 2010 8:05:53 pm PDT #20758 of 30000
A dress should be tight enough to show you're a woman but loose enough to flee from zombies. — Ginger
Steph, I feel you. I am seeing a therapist for the first time in years, and I have an appt. with a psych to play with my meds. Celexa for almost 10 years, and is the only thing I've ever been on, and the insomnia keeps getting worse, and more depressive eps, and more anxiety about insomnia, which leads to insomnia, which leads to depression...
CBT, weekly therapy sessions, and a psych. I am OVER hoping medication alone will "fix" it. I am happier than I have ever been, and I would like to feel it for more than 48 hours in a row.
I will prolly redact this in a while, but I just went to my therapist this morning, and while DH "knows" this, you all have known me longer, and listened to my rants and wigging longer, and....ugh.
I understand the appeal of the confessional SO much more than I used to.
Nora, what's your news, if you can share? (I'm SO SO sorry for threadjacking, but this has been preying on me, and I have to share it before it eats me from my bottom. Mea culpa.)