I continue my campaign of getting in people's faces when they jovially say to Hubby, "Dude, you shouldn't let your wife hit you so hard!" when he's obviously impaired. Dear Hubby, he tends to smile proudly when I go all she-wolf on these people.
Buffy ,'Help'
Spike's Bitches 47: Someone Dangerous Could Get In
[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 would like to eat All The Chocolate today, please. Augmented judiciously with caramel and peanut butter (but not *combined* caramel and peanut butter).
I think a trip to the store to refill the Editorial Dept.'s trough o' chocolate is in order.
The Editorial Department's trough o' chocolate is refilled! There was audible rejoicing.
Mmmm, chocolate. I think I'm going to have to make chocolate chip cookies from scratch very soon. Except I don't have a mixer any more. Shit. Hmm.
I just had an interview for a job very similar to my next-to-last job. I didn't ask for ~ma because I'm not sure I want it if it's offered to me. It's another non-profit with uncertain funding, it's hourly and less than I made at the others, and no health insurance until maybe July. If the job lasts that long.
Wow, I sound really enthusiastic, huh? Also, they have an internal candidate, so I don't know how good my chances are anyway.
But hey - always good to practice interviewing, and not a bad thing to get to know this ED better in case she hears of something else.
Off to have a mini-potluck with a neighbor. And she's lending me her extra bike indefinitely! Woo hoo! So that's good. And I was very productive today, so yay me.
In a spirit of optimism, I give you Curtis Mayfield - [link]
Excellent Song!
I really fucking hate this goddamned roller coaster. I'm bawling because I just watched a fictional character on TV give birth, and I am so very angry because that will not be me. I won't have that, and it's not fair. It's all not fair, and I just want it to stop.
I thought I had made peace with the idea. Guess not.
{{{{{Maria}}}}} I'm sorry.
Oh, Maria, I'm so sorry.
I'm just so tired of it all. I feel like I've found some equilibrium, and bam, it's gone in an instant. I can't make it stop.
Oh Maria, I am so sorry you have to go through this. I wish I could say that you won't continue to get sucker punched way too frequently, but I won't lie to you. But I can promise you that you will survive and you will be stronger than ever on the other side. I know you have no clue what lies ahead, but it will get easier. I promise.