I am out of metaphorical spoons. But not out of packing to be done. Dammit.
Spike's Bitches 46: Don't I get a cookie?
[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.
I may have just brought an almighty shitstorm down on myself. I hope not. I hate that standing up for myself might result in Bad Stuff.
I hope for the best possible outcome.
I hate that standing up for myself might result in Bad Stuff.
Just so. But not standing up for yourself would surely be worse. I hope they take the opportunity you gave them to back down. Their whole attitude has been disgraceful.
P.S. Nora's cousin and business guy Tino should get married and torment each other. Oh, and one of them should have a torrid affair with Vortex's pharmacy person that ends badly.
P.S. Nora's cousin and business guy Tino should get married and torment each other.
That would then afford them the opportunity to get divorced, whereupon Nora's cousin could steal all of business guy Tino's stuff, and B.G. Tino could bill her for it.
Fuck, I'm stressed. I'd been holding it together pretty well for the past week, but I'm hitting the end of my ability to stay zen. I'm afraid I shouldn't have sent that email, and I'm afraid of retaliation, and I'm afraid what I would have thought about myself if I hadn't said anything.
Okay, I found a few spoons. I put my summer dresses in my garment bag, almost packed a box with jackets/tights/winter accessories, put things where they will get packed with like things, and in the process cleared the bed so I can sleep on it. I just have two days left to pack before the cube gets here. Arrgh.
I had a lovely dinner tonight with a friend I met through my first gf, who we both lost touch with long ago. When L and I first met (road trip to watch the Army/Navy game), M got annoyed with our chatter and proclaimed us "two peas in a pod." Ever since, we've called each other Peapod. So then I had to googlestalk my ex gf, and found her employer and address, and that she did a triathlon in 2005, but no picture. I just want to see a picture, you know?
Now I need to check my bank accounts and budgets before the Ambien haze fully kicks in.
Yeah, I don't blame you for freaking, Pix, but sometimes you do just have to stand up for yourself. And good for you for doing it.
Sounds good, smonster. You're making good progress.
Go smonster, go!
Thanks, Liese. I also have an appointment with a lawyer tomorrow about the car accident. That probably isn't helping things any.