My place uses a sugar thing instead of a wax. Rinses off . I do not miss the stray bits of wax.
Right, what's a little sweater sniffing between sworn enemies?
Riley ,'Sleeper'
Spike's Bitches 48: I Say, We Go Out There, and Kick a Little Demon Ass.
[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.
Trudy Booth - Sep 07, 2014 6:51:33 am PDT #13216 of 30002
Greece's financial crisis threatens to take down all of Western civilization - a civilization they themselves founded. A rather tragic irony - which is something they also invented. - Jon Stewart
beekaytee - Sep 07, 2014 9:20:36 am PDT #13217 of 30002
Compassionately intolerant
If you take your index finger and smooth your eyebrows up until the stragglers stand up, then you can just safely trim them off.
How has it taken until this time in my life to learn this?
Thanks David!
Hil R. - Sep 07, 2014 3:28:33 pm PDT #13218 of 30002
Sometimes I think I might just move up to Vermont, open a bookstore or a vegan restaurant. Adam Schlesinger, z''l
You know what's not fun? Panic attacks. Those are not fun.
sj - Sep 07, 2014 3:35:46 pm PDT #13219 of 30002
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
Not fun at all, Hil. Sending soothing thoughts your way.
My niece's second birthday was today. It was fun, but if I don't see any pink again for a while, that will be fine. She is very into ballet at the moment, so I bought her the two Vampirina Ballerina books. All the pink needed some black to go with it.
Connie Neil - Sep 07, 2014 3:48:15 pm PDT #13220 of 30002
brillig
So Kenny, Amy's son, is moving to Seattle. Good for him. I saw him as a baby, now I'll probably never see him again, unless I go to Seattle and know how to find him. So sad. I moved out here because Amy and I were sisters. Now . . . Ah, well.
amyth - Sep 07, 2014 4:05:08 pm PDT #13221 of 30002
And none of us deserving the cruelty or the grace -- Leonard Cohen
Ugh, sorry about the panic attack, Hil.
I almost got into something that I would have regretted on FB just now, but I stopped myself. Must. Hold. Back.
I'm working my way through all five seasons of Through The Wormhole. SCIENCE!
Laura - Sep 07, 2014 4:32:07 pm PDT #13222 of 30002
Our wings are not tired.
I hope that attack is history now and that you have a restful night, Hil.
That is quite the transition, Connie. I hope that Kenny loves Seattle and that you can see him enjoying his new life. Tough I know.
Atropa - Sep 07, 2014 5:05:24 pm PDT #13223 of 30002
The artist formerly associated with cupcakes.
now I'll probably never see him again, unless I go to Seattle and know how to find him
Hasn't he been living on his own for a few years now? (Because omg he became a grown-up when I wasn't looking.) Were you two just never able to get schedules to match up for coffee?
Connie Neil - Sep 07, 2014 6:05:35 pm PDT #13224 of 30002
brillig
Hubby and he tried to get together for games, but 20-somethings live on a different time line than 50-somethings.
edit: and different cities.
Steph L. - Sep 08, 2014 8:12:36 am PDT #13225 of 30002
this mess was yours / now your mess is mine
Does this happen to anyone else? After I finally put into words -- and convey said words to another person -- that shit feels really hard right now*, everything suddenly feels SO MUCH HARDER. Way to go, brain.
*(It's just the cumulative weight of people dying all summer and Tim's dad's dementia getting worse and other smaller stresses that have started to add up. Frankly, I think that anxiety and crying jags are a normal way to react. I even thought, this morning, "Does this mean I need antidepressants again?" And then thought, "Fuck no. This isn't numb apathetic depression; this is a normal grief/stress reaction. It just blows." And I finally told Tim last night that it's just really hard for me to deal right now, and then today I feel exponentially worse.)
But, seriously: does that happen to anyone else? When you finally open up and talk about how you're really stressed and sad and anxious and grieving AND THEN you feel even *worse*? Or am I just a special kind of crazy over here?