Ginger, what the....?!? You have my admiration. I'm feeling sqeamish just from reading about that.
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.
Note to self: Self, if you ever need that procedure done, just go straight for the anesthesia. That is something that will ping every anxiety trigger you have. Fuck that particular noise.
Good gravy, Ginger.
Lots of good thoughts headed your way.
Damn, Ginger. I'm constantly amazed by your strength.
Much ~love, Ginger. I'm sorry this is so hard.
It's mainly dreary and time consuming, although, like combat, occasionally punctuated by moments of terror.
So shitty.
I'm posting this here because it's more Bitches than Natter and it's indirectly related to ita so not really for her thread.
I have this urge to just-- get rid of a bunch of stuff. And making sweeping changes in my life. I'm not sure if this is part of the grieveing process. Or part of the new year but I just want to -- sign up for martial arts or a drawing class or do something. I've wanted to do that but my schedule and money haven't allowed it. The feeling I've wasted my life has intensified and I want to change that, those feelings have been bubblign around but this has just brought it all forth really strongly.
With you askye. Not sure what I want to change, but I need to change.
Yeah, me too. I was already in the middle of something -- a mid-life crisis? A slightly-earlier-than-midlife crisis? But this has definitely kicked it in the pants.