I tooknow clarinet in middle school. I wanted to be assigned sax but I don't think any girls were. Or percussion but I know there were no girls on percussion.
I liked playing the clarinet.
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I tooknow clarinet in middle school. I wanted to be assigned sax but I don't think any girls were. Or percussion but I know there were no girls on percussion.
I liked playing the clarinet.
Healing~ma for your dad, msbelle.
{{smonster}}
The clarinet would be lighter to schlep around than the sax.
Thanks, y'all.
So far I have called Costco to refill my contacts, paid a credit card bill, sent three emails I needed to, and cleaned the trashcan with bleach (we have a fly problem). Next is eating lunch, then maybe some errands. Also have laundry to do and more pictures to hang, and I REALLY need to go to a yoga class.
{{{smonster}}} I wish I had more than hugs right now, but you can have all of them. I don't run out.
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~ma and hugs all around, seems like we could all use them.
EpicT., I just bought that lip crayon, so thanks for posting that! It's a frivolous little thing but it makes me feel a little bit better.
"It brings me little joy... but sometimes a little joy is enough."
My new-agey lesbian co-worker just gave me a piece of Reiki blessed malachite. LOL and oh so sweet and appreciated. I don't know how we're all going to make it through this. The rage, devastation, and depression have such a hold.
Good job on the adulting, smonster. And thanks for reminding me I've got a bill or two I really need to pay today.
EpicT., I just bought that lip crayon, so thanks for posting that! It's a frivolous little thing but it makes me feel a little bit better.
Ditto, on the purchase and the feeling better. So you're welcome!
I still feel utterly gutted. I'm smack in the middle of one of the reddest counties in PA, and I can't deal with the gloating. If I tried to confront it all, I'd get nothing else done, and my family's restaurant would go out of business. My father said last night, "Fuck them. We have no more friends in this town. Just customers. We'll take their money happily and spend it on things they'd hate."
I'm so worried for my sister. She's going to lose her health insurance, and I've already had a hard enough time convincing her to get shit taken care of.