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Fuffy ,'Storyteller'
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.
I think I don't see Joe Dimeowgio very much because Sunny always has the baseball.
Do you think I will ever feel secure enough that I can read about someone else's major job(Not, even, like my dream, not like Chris Hayes' job) without hearing a voice in my head all "Maybe you could have done that...if you weren't, like, defective!" and not just about my heart's desire. Which is the fucked up part really. It really does suck that I don't have many choices, but even if I did, nobody gets to do *everything*, right?
Bitches, I'm so tired, tonight. Scott was in San Jose, CA, this week. He is home now, but I always have a hard time falling asleep, when he is not home. Now I'm like an overtired, squalling infant.
And that is WITHOUT THE DIONNE WARWICK EARWORM (which is totally pernicious).
(Seriously, monkey, my head is still all, "I have lots of friends in San Jose...")
(Oh, c'mon, Hec, you know you have something to say.)
Edited to make Teppy look totally delusional!
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(I just had to close your parenthetical there, Cindy. I HAD TO.)
And I get you -- I don't sleep well when Tim is home. Even if he's just camping for 1 night.
Well at least he is back now, proving he knows the way FROM San Jose.
Sorry for the POST Cereal...
Erika: No. Nobody gets to do everything, and all these assholes who suggest we can, if we just do it right, need to eat shit and die.
That said, I realize I'm opining from a place of privilege in relation to you. I don't say that to lord it over you. I say that, because I want you to realize that there are plenty of people, regardless of physical ability who don't get "THERE."
Still, I think there are a lot of us who have things to say that are of Chris Hayes' caliber, but we don't get to (at least to a wide audience) because we don't have the right connections.
That said, you need to know you are one of the people who have most affected my adult life. So while that pays NOTHING, you are not without your influence.
Still, I hope your talent gets recognized at the level you deserve. You are insightful, witty, and damned smart, girl.
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(I just had to close your parenthetical there, Cindy. I HAD TO.)
Why, whatever do you mean? :p (Also? Thank you. I hate when I do that!)
And I get you -- I don't sleep well when Tim is home. Even if he's just camping for 1 night.
I don't even get why that happens. I slept alone as a young, single woman. I slept alone as a young mother, when he traveled and I had three babies in my care. Why, now, do I fail to settle down?
(Also, Tep, just kidding on the grammar stuff. Thank you for having my back.)
without hearing a voice in my head all "Maybe you could have done that...if you weren't, like, defective!"
Always, but it could be if you weren't so lazy, or if you didn't have kids young, or if you didn't have to help support your single parent, or if you weren't the wrong gender/race/class. The list is endless. Thing is yes, could have because the talent/intellect/skill was there, but there are just so many variables. Many of the variables being in the right place at the right moment with exactly the right combo of IT. There are countless people with talents in sports/arts/law/whatever that may possess greater skills than those that reach the top, but it doesn't happen.
So yeah, short version, it sucks.
Awww, Cindy. Sings lullaby. I hope restful sleep happens soon. I am up past my bedtime, but it is because of noisy house occupants. I do have to at least get off the computer and switch to Nook though and call it a day.