Honey, your grandmother died. Why wouldn't you be sad?
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.
There are no "shoulds" or "shouldn'ts" when it comes to grief. I look forward to being able to give you a hug in person, Nora.
Barb, phooey and yuck. I hope the machines do the trick. Better to get on it right away than let it mold.
Said goodbye to my family tonight. Parents were/are sad. I'm too stressed to be sad or excited or anything. Can I get some no-flake/couch moving ~ma? Two "big, strong dudes" are coming to get that sofabed in about half an hour. Good lord, I will do a dance when it's gone. It's a great couch, but disposing of it has been a nightmare.
Tired. Tired. There is only packing. Or possibly Zuul.
Tired. Tired. There is only packing. Or possibly Zuul.
Life changes are tough. But pretty soon you'll wake up in New Orleans and you'll say, "I live here!" and that's pretty fucking sweet.
If only Zuul packed.
I'm too stressed to be sad or excited or anything.
Oh, I remember that from a year ago!
Thanks y'all- sort of saw how hard I was being on myself when I wrote it out. Getting it out of my head is important, diffuses the inner brain bully.
But pretty soon you'll wake up in New Orleans and you'll say, "I live here!" and that's pretty fucking sweet.
YES I REMEMBER THIS TOO.
I mean, smonster, just keep thinking NOLA ROAD TRIP! instead of HUGE MOVE.
And you don't have to leave. You are going to get a job working with stuff you love, and you are going to have so much fun living there.
But pretty soon you'll wake up in New Orleans and you'll say, "I live here!" and that's pretty fucking sweet.
This is true. And as hard as this has all been, I can't even imagine how much harder it would have been without the wonderful help of all my friends and family.
{{Nora}}
MFN - peace to you and yours
There are no "shoulds" or "shouldn'ts" when it comes to grief.
This needed repeating, because it is so, SO true.