A year and a half ago, I could have eviscerated him with my thoughts. Now I can barely hurt his feelings. Things used to be so much simpler.

Anya ,'Dirty Girls'


Natter 71: Someone is wrong on the Internet  

Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.


brenda m - Dec 03, 2012 5:58:16 pm PST #3111 of 30001
If you're going through hell/keep on going/don't slow down/keep your fear from showing/you might be gone/'fore the devil even knows you're there

Lee I highly recommend fosters that have been in a house with cats

This. A good rescue should be able to hook you up, and you might think about a foster-to-adopt situation - your intention is to keep the dog but if it and the cats just can't fit after a while, you have an option without too much guilt.


brenda m - Dec 03, 2012 5:58:48 pm PST #3112 of 30001
If you're going through hell/keep on going/don't slow down/keep your fear from showing/you might be gone/'fore the devil even knows you're there

Jesus, Suzi. Horrifying.


Kat - Dec 03, 2012 6:05:51 pm PST #3113 of 30001
"I keep to a strict diet of ill-advised enthusiasm and heartfelt regret." Leigh Bardugo

Oh lord, Suzi, that is awful.

I think I'm losing my memory way too fast (but my friend J is 44 and getting hearing aids so maybe I'm just feeling old). I can't remember what I need. Nor can I get enough sleep to feel rested. I swear, I could Rip Van Winkle it and still feel tired.

Today, though, my brain just went blargh. I got down to the parking lot (my classroom is on the 4th floor) and realized I had forgotten my purse. So I went back upstairs, even though I was late, righteously taking the stairway. I get up there and grab my water bottle and get back downstairs. I open the car, get in and realize I still don 't have my purse. WTF?!

I feel dumb. I can't remember crap.


SuziQ - Dec 03, 2012 6:06:46 pm PST #3114 of 30001
Back tattoos of the mother is that you are absolutely right - Ame

Her son beat her up?

Yeah. She is 5 foot nothing, maybe 100 lbs. He is 6' plus and strong. All three of her kids are adopted, not that it really matters, other than he is bigger than both my BFF and her ex.

She is dealing as well as she can. She already had a lawyer for the divorce and molestation stuff, so adding in dealing with the domestic violence... I just boggle. Yes, stuff at home for me isn't exactly roses right now, but no one is throwing punches or molesting anyone.


sarameg - Dec 03, 2012 6:28:05 pm PST #3115 of 30001

I can't get my goddamn parents on the phone, any numbers. My brother talked to them 10 hrs ago. Not amused.


Consuela - Dec 03, 2012 6:32:56 pm PST #3116 of 30001
We are Buffistas. This isn't our first apocalypse. -- Pix

Ah, this is what I need: a couple of cookies and a nice long Narnia/Torchwood crossover.


DavidS - Dec 03, 2012 6:34:11 pm PST #3117 of 30001
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."

Ugh. My neighbors are smoking the skunkiest pot in the world.


Cass - Dec 03, 2012 6:43:18 pm PST #3118 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.

Also, it might feel like a mighty slog (it is) with no progress, but it is progress.

It really is a mighty slog but there has been a lot of progress. It's just rough and I hope it gets normalized and easier as soon as possible for everyone.

Not amused.

Given recents, not fun.

I can't even imagine, Suzi. No one should need that much legal representation just to keep their family and selves safe.


Ginger - Dec 03, 2012 6:45:36 pm PST #3119 of 30001
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda

I feel like I should wish general family peace~ma. Also, get on the phone, Sarameg's parents.

The dog and I were just quite startled by a series of thumps and metallic clatter. I had loosely tied the top of a recycling bag, and it had slowly untied and dropped one can or bottle at a time. This is the kind of thing that creates ghost stories.

There was a serious carbon monoxide leak at a local school, which had to be evacuated. A TV newsperson asked a first grader what happened, and he said, "The teacher was talking, and we passed out."

Things I do not care about:

  • Powerball
  • The British Royals
  • What people on the street think about the royal pregnancy
  • Lindsay Lohan


Cass - Dec 03, 2012 6:52:41 pm PST #3120 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.

and he said, "The teacher was talking, and we passed out."

It's like he's ready for college.