Laura,
goodness. I am glad you are okay right now.
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Laura,
goodness. I am glad you are okay right now.
Oh, dear, too much bad stuff today. Laura and Connie, much ~ma for both of you and for Connie's Hubby. Echoing what everyone else has said. Laura, it's good to hear that Bobby stepped up when you needed him!
2013, Leave the Buffistas the f**k alone.
Connie, that's rough.
Goodness, Laura. I'm glad you're ok now. And I hope someone can help shift some of the stress off you, since your body seems to be making it pretty clear it's too much.
Laura! Oh how scary!
I just broke down sobbing uncontrollably in front of my fucking lanlord trying to explain to him that I don't have ANY money for rent, and that my roommate owes me $1,500.
He was supposed to solve a fucking problem, not cause more.
I feel like such a complete fucking loser and failure at life right now. This is destroying a fuck ton of work I've done with my fucking therapist over the last four years.
I don't know how I'm supposed to apply for a fucking minimum wage service job when I can't even fucking look at myself in the fucking mirror.
What did the landlord say? Hopefully s/he was understanding.
{{{ Hugs }}}
{{{Sean}}}
He was somewhat understanding. You know, I guess as understanding as one can be when you owe them $1,250, plus $10/day late fee.
It was hard to tell, I was maybe a little emotional at the time. Possibly still am.