Just because someone else's year was made of explosive diaherra doesn't make yours not a poop-based structure.
True fact.
I would call this shorthand the Fucking Perspective Clause (FPC) so that I can invoke it without having to qualify my fears and needs for a bit of compassion with a long drawn out explanation of how much fucking perspective I actually have before asking for the above described comfort.
I love this so much I’m going to wrap it up in a warm blankie and pet it.
{{{Maria}}} You are wonderful and extraordinary. It may not be in the way you imagined or you expect for yourself, but you are extraordinary.
Sass!!! Go home, sweet puppy!
I keep toying with the idea of getting some therapy, to see if I'm self-sabotaging or something.
I have wondered that about myself. Honestly, part of my problem is that I don’t go places where single, straight men are. My hobbies and career skew heavily to women and gay men. Who are lovely but not date material. I’m on a couple of dating web sites but get no responses from them at all. I realize I’m not terribly photogenic and I’m not a size 8, but I’m not ugly.
Yay fixed car for Allyson!!!
Calli, not only do you not smell, but you are just chockfull of fabulousness.
Thank you. \\0/
Better to be picky than date assholes, like my sister does.
I'm sorry about your sister's asshole dating. She's darned nifty, too, and it would be great for her to date someone who deserves that.
OTOH, there's picky and then there's no dates since 1996.
He's kind of like Clinton on What Not to Wear, or the Sassy Gay Friend. But with therapy.
A Sassy Gay Therapist does sound like just the thing. If one or the other of you wouldn't mind emailing me the contact info, please, that would be great. I don't know that I'll start anything until after vacation, but it would be nice to have handy, so I can find out rates and the like. Thanks!
Really? It doesn't matter. If you are depressed, go see a doctor. Let them worry about which it is.
Also, even if you don't have Actual Depression, therapy can help with the doldrums (which is what I call what I usually get...).
In the good news department, apparently the Justice Department is moving to block the AT&T and T-Mobile merger.
My word. I'm watching "Family Ties" and there was just an episode with a very wee JGL. Played a little punk in Andy's kindergarten class.
In the good news department, apparently the Justice Department is moving to block the AT&T and T-Mobile merger.
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Also, lots of {{{}}}} to Maria and Allyson, Calli and Ginger, heck, anyone who feels in the need at the moment. I think the corollary to the FPC should be the NABAIT (Not As Bad As I Thought) axiom. Because nothing ever seems that bad once I come in here and see all the love going around.
Y'all are awesome! This is my happy place.
1 day until vacation. WHEE! Things are coming together. However, I failed to pack a lunch OR get coffee this morning. WAH. and rain predicted for every day of my trip, not on.
I realized something that's been bugging me about FlyLady, and why I will never do the shiny sink thing - she assumes that women get no help housecleaning from their partners.
Yeah, there's lots of stuff that bug me about her, and that's one of them for sure.
However, I do have to say, I woke up this morning and went to get my breakfast (healthier, because I have to report it to Noom) and I started looking around to see where I could eat it, and what do you know, my dining room table was clear! It's my hotspot I cleared off yesterday. I ate at my table, y'all. Insane.
Today I am waiting until Noom tells me to go walking at 5, because it yelled at me for two days when I went early on Monday. Also because I still have the blisters from Monday. I have to try a different pair of shoes today. The ones I used Monday were my running shoes, but all normal people shoes come up too high on the heel for me. My foot is apparently not like other people's feet.
Is it wrong that the reason I want to go into work today is that I have a brownie cupcake in my desk drawer?
So not wrong. At one point in the tech heyday, my SO had a contracting gig where he was basically invaluable to this large insurance company in downtown Indianapolis. You can see his building when they pan the city during Colts games coverage. Anyway, he was really bad about attendance there, because there wasn't really anything they could do about it and because he was getting the work done. So he had this one particular friend who would call him up and tempt him away from work to go hang out in the Nashville music stores or whatever.
So his coworker eventually put him on the Twinkie plan. If he came into work on time and stayed the whole day, she gave him a twinkie the next day. It totally worked. She's in HR now.
