God, even typing that made me feel dirty. :: shivers ::
smirks
Xander: Am I right, Giles? Giles: I'm almost certain you're not. Though, to be fair, I haven't been
listening.
'Sleeper'
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.
Shir - Oct 09, 2012 11:20:39 am PDT #21204 of 30001
"And that's why God Almighty gave us fire insurance and the public defender".
Calli - Oct 09, 2012 11:20:41 am PDT #21205 of 30001
I must obey the inscrutable exhortations of my soul—Calvin and Hobbs
Scrappy, I'm glad your mom has found a compatible doctor.
Cass - Oct 09, 2012 11:33:08 am PDT #21206 of 30001
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.
I'm glad your mom likes her oncologist, Scrappy. It makes a huge difference when you feel like they see (and will treat) you as a person. I'm sorry that the news isn't better.
Shir - Oct 09, 2012 11:37:58 am PDT #21207 of 30001
"And that's why God Almighty gave us fire insurance and the public defender".
I'm glad your mom likes her oncologist, Scrappy. It makes a huge difference when you feel like they see (and will treat) you as a person. I'm sorry that the news isn't better.
This. Continued ~ma to you, your mother and your family, Scrappy.
Calli - Oct 09, 2012 11:41:38 am PDT #21208 of 30001
I must obey the inscrutable exhortations of my soul—Calvin and Hobbs
And I'm glad you're feeling up to working, smonster. I hope you feel entirely better soon.
I have a 7 am (my time) conference call tomorrow (it's with some staff in Kenya). I get to discuss eLearning tech with interested parties. Coherence~ma, please?
Nora Deirdre - Oct 09, 2012 12:40:34 pm PDT #21209 of 30001
I’m responsible for my own happiness? I can’t even be responsible for my own breakfast! (Bojack Horseman)
Apparently this last half hour in the office is going to break the laws of time and be the longest freaking half hour in history.
Nora Deirdre - Oct 09, 2012 5:08:54 pm PDT #21210 of 30001
I’m responsible for my own happiness? I can’t even be responsible for my own breakfast! (Bojack Horseman)
Wow, four and a half hours without a peep.
I am so aggravated with myself and my job and everything. I need a therapist but I just can't get started. I did email a former co - worker to ask how she got going in the process.
I just feel like fucking mental shit.
Kate P. - Oct 09, 2012 5:17:17 pm PDT #21211 of 30001
That's the pain / That cuts a straight line down through the heart / We call it love
I'm sorry, Nora, that's a crappy place to be in, especially after coming back from an awesome vacation. Have you seen a therapist in NOLA before? It's definitely hard to get started -- way harder than it should be.
smonster - Oct 09, 2012 6:05:02 pm PDT #21212 of 30001
We won’t stop until everyone is gay.
Wow, four and a half hours without a peep.
I know, it gets freaky quiet in here. I was distracted by the kyriarchy and actually being productive.
I just feel like fucking mental shit.
Aww, Nora, shitty. When are you free to hang? I'm seeing D tomorrow, but maybe Thursday? Or sometime this weekend. I'm feeling strong, lay it on me.
Speaking of productive, gotta walk the pup and get to bed.
Nora Deirdre - Oct 09, 2012 6:53:14 pm PDT #21213 of 30001
I’m responsible for my own happiness? I can’t even be responsible for my own breakfast! (Bojack Horseman)
Thursday I have the icna meet the candidates shindig till 8:30. But I should be more or less free on the weekend. I am unsure if venting will be useful, I'm just very angry at myself and I can't figure it out. Escaping works dandy, though (waves at beautiful Bayistas). But! Hanging with you is always a good and fine thing on many levels. I'm angry at myself, my choices, my stupid condo, my job, Tom, New Orleans, Republicans ... and even more angry at myself for getting angry with all that because it's stupid and pointless and selfish and small.
Kate, correct, I haven't seen anyone since moving down here. I think running away to live at the Toronado is the bestest and healthiest solution to my woes of being a fucking disappointment to myself, my family, my friends, my husband, and my job. IDEK.
Also, I'm sick and have no more sick time.
Ugh, thanks for letting me vent!