And I'm very sorry you experienced that, Java. Fuck rapist pieces of shit, too.
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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.
Oh no. Fuck cancer and fuck rapist pieces of shit and fuck not having universal health care. I'm sorry, Glam, and Java, I hope the memory doesn't bother you much. You were probably right not to tell the xbf.
I'm sorry you that happened to you, Java.
Glamcookie, I'm sorry for your loss. Fuck cancer, indeed. I'm not quite sure how to step up my game on working for single-payer, when it seems like treading water on the ACA has us up to our ears.
I'm sorry Java, that you experienced that.
Fuck cancer and lack of health care and all the smug bastards out in the world.
I'm so ready for this week to be over. I'm feeling emotionally spent and I have my appointment with the shrink tomorrow.
Progress though instead of being emotionally spent on dealing with everyday stuff it's all the old root stuff. I can't believe I'm saying this but I kind of miss the familiarity of anxiety attacks. Having to stay present and feel this is hard.
Also I made chocolate sugar cookies. As a reward well the baking was more the reward than eating.
Java and Glam, a world of sympathy.
askye, you may not always feel it from the inside, but speaking from the outside, you're tremendously strong. (And yay cookies)
Hugs and hairpats to all my buffistae.
I've had a low level headache all day, just enough to be annoying. Then I biffed out, tripping on the curb getting out of Kelly's car. I feel like my shin has a deep dent but it is only minorly scraped up. Klutz.
My current plan is to crawl in bed, read a bit, and be asleep by 8pm.
Askye, be proud of yourself. I know I'm proud of you.
Suzi, of course that hurts! Ouch.
So sorry Glamcookie. Cancer sucks.
It was a long time ago. It's like I told my older sister when I retired, everything's forgiven. I'm just so happy to be retired and have enough money to get by.
That's a good way to be, Java.
My flight leaves in 8 hours. I'm finished packing, still need to dye my hair and get things squared away for the cats and the cat sitter. Plenty of time. I can't sleep before a flight anyway.
I'm usually totally freaking out with anxiety the night before a flight, though, and tonight I'm almost calm. The ADs are definitely working. I did have a moment, when I thought I'd lost my passport, but I think that's justified. (I found it. Lesson learned, put the passport away in the passport drawer immediately.)