Also, my day-old phone stopped working. There is so much worse going on in other people's lives, and it just makes me think "everything sucks."
'Trash'
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.
Drunk Swedish Elk Found in Apple Tree.
That's worthy of an "Oh, bless her heart."
I knew that would inspire shrieks of horror (deservedly) but I was in grad school -- what can I say? I tried, I didn't like, I made a PB&J.
But then I have the whole "but I'm drinking ALONE!" problem.
Oh, I wish you could have come to Pint Sized Plays ! One of the pieces was a series of monologues about drinking alone.
Drunk Swedish Elk Found in Apple Tree.
I wonder if there were any dogs inside it.
Oh Ginger, that is definitely Too Much, and you're more than entitled to whine. Wish I had something to make it better.
This. I really hope you feel better soon and you get a brand new phone with no hassles about it.
smonster, what everyone else said. I'm an introvert and asking my roomie to not use the kitchen to eat would be selfish and ridiculous.
No doubt -- feel better, Ginger.
I've been nodding so hard along with the roomie-kitchen sitch I forgot to type. I'm a huge introvert, and I have really problematic issues with being silently, even casually, observed and *I* think she's being a prat.
It's not incumbent on you to solve her problem, but because of information you didn't have before, I'd urge you to move into the other place. Sucks, after starting to put down roots, but in the long run I feel you'll be happier--those things won't get resolved, and you'll just stew and worry at them and make yourself nuts because it's not the way it's supposed to be and you can't fix it. Get out. of the house. (end ghostie voice) Get out now. Um. Is my opinion, fwiw.
Hey All, checking in from the other side of the SAN DIEGO COUNTY BLACKOUT. t /NewsCaster Voice We survived fine and, other than feeling compelled to eat a disturbing amount of ice cream for dinner to keep it from melting, unscathed. I understand there was gnashing of teeth and tearing of hair from football fans, though. The living room smelled kinda weird from the warring fragrances, too - every candle in the house was a scented candle.
Any OC Buffistas get hit?