Happy birthday, Jacqueline!(Hope you get an important gift this year and get your life back.)
Natter 77: I miss my friends. I miss my enemies. I miss the people I talked to every day.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, butt kicking, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Happy birthday, JZ!
Happy birthday, JZ!!!!
Happy Birthday, JZ!
Happy Birthday JZ!
Thanks, everyone! I am celebrating by napping, mostly. Later Emmett will be over and we'll have some dinner and watch something (my choice, but I haven't decided yet). I finished conference, felt momentous, and then listened as everyone completely forgot it was my last time and just bickered their way into the next meeting. Ah, well. They'll feel some pain next week.
Happy birthday JZ! They will absolutely miss you....but I hope you get to do a little fun in retirement, between trips to LA.
Yes. This.
Happy birthday, JZ!
And belated happies to those I've missed recently.
I am just emerging from 7 intense weeks of a beast of a show. Opening was last night! All I want to do is nap.
Happy Birthday, JZ!
Alex graduated from high school yesterday evening. I surprised myself by crying--I rarely cry at all, having socialized myself never to do so after being teased for being a crybaby in first grade--not so much for Alex specifically as for the whole class. He went to the most alternative of alternative schools in this city, one of those quirky places where they don't hand out grades and the curriculum is as experimental as it can be while still meeting state graduation requirements. Something like 50% of the student body identifies as LGBTQIA, and it tends to be sort of a refuge for kids who just don't quite fit in or have had troubles, academic, personal, or otherwise, at other schools in the system.
And they were all so beautiful in their quirky individual glory. Since there were maybe 50 kids total, we got to hear little pieces of all their stories. So many of the kids thanked the school and teachers for believing in them, for not giving up on them. There was just so much joy, so much grace, in seeing those kids celebrate themselves and each other, that I had to cry with it.