Xander ,'Empty Places'
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I'm so sorry for your loss, Ginger.
She was warm and outgoing. I am not and wish I was.
I thought you were warm and welcoming and wonderful.
I just had a chat with my neighbor and her almost-one-year-old daughter. Everyone else may think I'm strange, but cats and babies like me.
If cats and babies like you, that is strong evidence you are a good person. Not that anyone who has talked to you (or exchanged pixels with you) significantly does not already know that.
Everyone else may think I'm strange, but cats and babies like me.
And Buffistas! I'd want to have my dog give you a sniff though, she proves to be a good judge of character.
She was warm and outgoing. I am not and wish I was.
My limited F2F experience found a warm and outgoing Ginger.
I really find myself wanting to say, "you're likeable enough" to Zen and Ginger with my best Barack imitation. But you would need the whole video and sound thing for it to work.
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I'm so sorry Ginger, I know it's hard.
And strength to you, Laura. Funny how much even grown children need mothering.
Laura,
15 hours? that's barely worth doing.
That was my thought as well, le nubian.
She was warm and outgoing. I am not and wish I was.
I disagree. You are wonderful, and I always thoroughly enjoy spending time with you.
She was warm and outgoing. I am not and wish I was.
I thought you were warm and welcoming and wonderful.
There's more than one way to be warm. Some people are effusively warm and others have a steady, sure warmth that might be more reserved, but it's there. I still have the papier-mache steampunk-y dirigible you sent me hanging in our dining room, and it still warms my heart to see it.
Unrelatedly, I have eaten crackers and chicken soup and watched Thor. (Thanks for the Invader Zim link, Hec -- I suddenly came over all Asgardian.) I think maybe my stomach is staying settled, but my stomach still feels like it's being squeezed by a Hulk fist. Worst abs workout EVER.
I might try mac & cheese for dinner. And I damn well better be fine by tomorrow, because there are paczki with my name (and my co-workers' names) on them to take in to work tomorrow. I've only missed one Fat Tuesday in 17 years, and it was the year my grandma died and her funeral was on Fat Tuesday. (Which was ironic, because she was the Polish grandma who made paczki my whole life.)