I had no idea what to say when she told us.
"Go to the address on your paycheque and take pictures!"
No? Requires too much context?
Just tripping through my new-favourite-tumblr and stumbled onto a false equivalence between bondage and subjugation. Without source information for me to see if she's objecting to a consensual scenario, or something objectifying or what.
The tv tropes thing is such a bizarre part of our history. I'm still here. I feel totally broken.
I got ass-cappy on my sister, when she was just trying to enjoy her first hit. It was mean. But I don't let go easily.
Aw, Allyson. Has your dad, I dunno, apologized?
It's just tense and weird. I went to see lorax with my niece and nephew. I can't believe this is my vacation and birthday. I wish I could jump on a plane and get home but then my mom will cry. When I get home I'll have a good sob. And I'll never do this again. I just feel a little homeless in that Los Angeles doesn't feel like home, and home feels like shit. Kind of midlife crisis-y in that I'm not quite sure what the fuck I am doing and I'm horribly unhappy. I just don't much like being alive any more. It's too much work and no reward.
I'm so sorry, Allyson. Going home shouldn't be like that.
Sorry I'm a total fucking downer.
Allyson, I'm sorry this trip has been so hard. That sense of displacement and not being long and being sort of...Home-lacking is sucky. I wish things were easier for you.
Do you know what you can do to get a home? Is it LA's fault? Is there somewhere else you should be, you think? With different people? Or is there a different way you can live in LA to make it work for you?