River ,'Objects In Space'
Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Tragedies keep happening. Wish Death could take another holiday for a while.
Suzi, that's so awful. The poor family.
I'll be really sad to lose any of my cats, but when Leo goes, it'll break my heart. I try not to think of the inevitable.
Sometimes it sucks being the practical rock.
I don't think of myself that way, in my everyday life I'm far from practical or rock-like. But in a crisis I'm the calm and focused one who fixes things. I don't know how I came to be that person.
In my family DH and his namesake son are super emotional in a crisis, while younger son and I are cool, calm, and focused on the fixing. DH gets with the fixing, but with non-stop exclamations of "OMG This Is The Worst Catastrophe In The World", which makes me crazier than the crisis itself.
I texted my dad asking for a picture "because CJ isn't sure who I'm talking about". A coward's way of resolving WHICH family member died? But both Kelly and I are unsure now that we have compared notes on the males around that age in that part of the family.
Suzi, I've only got one cousin that I know by both face and name, so don't feel too bad!
Good idea, Suzi!
Sam Shepard died. ALS apparently. 73 doesn't seem old to me any more.
Dad sent me a picture. Not the person I thought. Which, now I feel horrible that I thought Awkward dude was an addict. And the kid that died is someone I remember as "he was so quiet and nice".
Just a big ole pile of UGH.
Ugh. My air conditioner wasn't working, so I texted my landlord, and he said that he'd call the air conditioning guy. Then, a couple hours later, the landlord came over without telling me that he'd be coming, and I was wearing pajamas (with no bra.) Then he looked around at my apartment and told me that he was concerned that the mess would attract rodents. (It's absolutely not food mess -- I'm really careful about that. It's mostly papers and some plastic bags and random stuff on the floor, which shouldn't attract any more rodents than books would, right?) But now I'm freaking out about that, and I told him that I'd called a professional organizer to help, and he said that was good. Which means I need to get back to the professional organizer that I emailed -- she'd emailed me back and told me to call her to discuss it, but I'm really terrible at phone calls, so I just emailed her again to ask if we could discuss it over email.
But, freaking out now. Because I really never learned how to keep a house clean, but I also definitely learned that letting anybody see a messy house is humiliating.
I also definitely learned that letting anybody see a messy house is humiliating.
It shouldn't and it is horrible he made you feel that way. Personally, when I walk into a house that is absolutely spic and span I wonder if anyone LIVES there. I mean, sure, for certain things, it makes sense, but day to day - I LIVE here.
My cleaners were just here today and it is SO NICE to have someone else deal with all the cleaning stuff I hate. It also makes me be better at keeping the clutter at a minimum.
Hil, your last sentence. So much of my life stress.
ETA And Suzi. I just can't conceive how people live like that, without things and mail and a dish in the sink or a book left out. My brain won't comprehend it.