Pointless Announcements

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That made me doo that grin and laugh in your head thing.

I realsie it was a joke. And had it been worded any other way it would have been funny to me. Liar is a particularly strong word with very negative connotations, and a word I am not okay with being directed towards me/my family, et cetera, in joking or otherwise.

I'm not creating any problem , or trying to create one, especially not in the Happy Place thread.

I am allowed to firmly let a friend know when they cross a line with me without it being assumed I am being some sort of raging unreasonable bitch. If I didn't like you I wouldn't have said anything at all.

Dad gave us $30 each for St. Nick (December 6). I've always wanted to be given money for the holidays and now I hate it. This is because mum had the fucking stupid idea to not buy us candy this year. This is our tradition, it's like Imke's Sinterklaas. We get candy for St. Nick and gifts for Christmas. Oh well, I think I'll save it and buy jeans or underwear. Although I do need jeans more. I was thinking of making a candy+something else gift and put it in my boots that morning, but I'll wait. The next 10 days will be hell for me, tons of work at the publishing house.

Whelp... Off to the ballet.

Have a good Sunday afternoon, y'all.

I've been feeling like Clark Griswold for the past hour and a half here, with my stupid tree lights.

Check every strand to make sure the work before stringing them up, get everything put together and half of this strand won't work, then figure that problem out and half of the other strand won't cooperate. Take men all down and then they all light up, start to restring them and the one strand that was working well all along just flickers out.

arrg.

Finally have it all together now and acting like a good little tree with happy lights that all want to play nice.

47. See The Nutcracker stoned.

Is that an item crossed off the bucket list?

If I made a bucket list I'd add just plain old seeing The Nutcracker live again at some point in my in my life.

Some days I find it difficult to live with some of the things I've done. Which, in turn, drives me to drink too much, making more bad decisions. This. Fucking. Cycle.

If it weren't for This. Fucking. Cycle. I'd have no life at all.

I didn't know it was on the list. But it's done.

I didn't even plan it. Forgot I ate the pretzel before I left for the theater.

Also.

If you'd asked me any time in the past five years, I'd have said I'd seen all the Nutcrackers I ever needed to see. But this was some really good choreography. Really the best I've seen in a long time.

Second work I've seen by this choreographer and I gotta say, I'm a fan.

How do you deal with it? I just fucking can't.

Each year I lean more and more towards total isolation.

I have only seen it once, as live theatre. When I was about five, six, years old. My grandparents took me, for the sole purpose of taking me, and I couldn't even understand the need for intermission or anything it was so wonderful.

My aunt is actually neighborly with her neighbors and they're all retired couples. She said she doesn't lock the doors or bother setting an alarm because they all keep an eye on her house. Apparently, one of her kid's friends is a really tall, really dark Puerto Rican named Louis. A few weeks ago, they were out of town for the weekend and Louis was put in charge of helping their son move out. When they came back, a neighbor lady from across the street and two houses down informed them that a shady, Muslim looking fellow had walked out with a television set. They were like... oh that sounds like Louis. Neighbor lady was adamant... she knew what Louis looked like and this boy was NOT Louis. This guy was bad news.

What happened was Louis grew a thick beard. Today, my aunt, Louis, and I were standing in the drive way when Neighbor Lady pulled up. My aunt grabbed Louis and yelled, "HEY MS. NEIGHBOR! IS THIS THE TALIBAN ROBBER? THIS IS JUST LOUIS, THE KIDS LIKE TO LOOK HOMELESS NOW!"

Neighbor Lady just laughed and ran into her house.

Haha! Cute!

That's funny, Jessica!

Aw Henry cat is unwell today so I'm treating him a like a king. He has a lovely plastic bag to lie on under the chair in my room, which is his favourite thing, and I think I'm going to get him some super posh food in a bit. He's just vommed though so not for a while. Poor Henry! I hate it when he's ill, I start convincing myself he's dying and then thinking oh shit I hope I die too because I'll be too sad without him! (I'm not going to suicide if my cat dies because of the stigma attached to such a thing but I hope my heart just stops or something (he's only been a bit sick and has a runny nose, I live in my own personal hypochondriac hell)).

Poor Henry! I feel exactly the same way when my cats are ill too.

I'm going to make Bigboy a crown when I go home for Christmas!

haha, I'd love to make a crown for Henry! How do you keep it on his head?

Henry seems a bit better now, ate a whole pack of food and made love to the duvet for a bit, which shows his spirit is back anyway.

I am awake.

it isn't yet five.

I seriously think I have the flu. Also, I tripped over my own feet last night and smacked the hardwood floor with both my knees. I have bruises, my kneee sounds like a knuckle popping every time I move it, and I feel like poop.

BIG NEWS: The Duchess of Cambridge is pregnant!

I need to go to the christening.

Alicia, stay hydrated. Hope you feel better very soon!

188416, I know nothing about cats, but your Henry sounds like a darling.

Sometimes, I forget how much Issy can stink. Blamed the poor dog for pooping in the house, and turns out Issy just needed a change (and a bath, eww).

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"taught me how to use a subtitling programme."

Unusual metaphors are unusual.

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I bet he knows the drill!

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I'm sorry, Irina. When I apologize, I don't mean I'm not going to keep messing with you. But I do mean I'll do it regretfully and while hating myself a little.

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I never made it to class after hitting the pub with a classmate.

How to drill a hole with his tool?

Too far, man. Too far.

My mom gave me half a bottle of Xanax last week (yeah yeah, whatever) and I have been taking one or two a day and this the first time in, like, a year that I feel consistently okay.

I feel like everything is going to be okay. I have energy to actually get up and do the things that I keep thinking about and wanting to do, instead of stressing on all the things I need to do and barely getting them done let alone the things I want to do. Having things to do actually seems like something to be happy about!

And I am not afraid to actually say everything on my mind to people in real life.

But I am going to run out by the end of the week...

I need to figure out how one talks a doctor into giving them these things without sounding like a dope head.

Also, I need to find a doctor.

For 20 minutes I watched a guy cut off atleast 10 people. change lanes 15 times with no signal. Speed around anything he could. and only ended up one car ahead of me in the end.
I almost got out of my car to ask him if he was in a hurry but decided that wasnt the best idea becuase chances are I would have tried to pull them out of there car for almost killing me three times.

And Irina get yours.

James got in a road rage fist fight in the middle of 82nd with someone a few years back over that sort of shit.

came home with a nasty shiner at two in the morning.

One of the few times he has come home at two with actual physical proof of his reason.

Ya I saw him pull into the Nike Campus and realized they have security. And I didnt need that.

Strange dreams. Being stuck in a dream tht you know is a dream but cant change or stop. I was stuck in a small room and had to figure out how to get out. So at one point I grabbed this little girl by the arm (it was more of an old lady dressed as a little girl) and threw her out the window. Thinking this would break the outline of the dream and give me controll. Nope. This just caused the dream to reset. It was a pain in the ass.
Then I had a dream that I though was real for a few munites, untill I realized what was happening wouldnt be that easy (hanging out with my ex whos husband hates me) So I tell her that this is just a dream and she askes how I know and I start pointing out the missteps of the dream.

feeling fine to full blown cold in the space of 12 hours. my chest hurts from coughing and it's the office christmas party on wednesday night. blargh.

No one wants that. That would just bore her.

While I'm on cough syrup, we need to hurry up and get this comedy duo on the road. You we can tell those jokes that need diagrams and paragraphs of explanation! We'll make millions! Of enemies and dollars in debt!

I'm really glad to hear you're feeling better about things, Amber.

You win at life.

Oh Noah, the Freudian things bubbling in that noggin'! Can I try to interpret your dream?

_kit, please get an antibiotic and see a doctor. You know people die if they carry a chest infection. Infections don't just stay in one place. They move around, to the kidneys for example. And once it's there, you may need to start writing your memoirs. That's one of the reasons I stop smoking. Couldn't get rid of a cough/chest congestion, the infection spread to my arm and paralyzed it (had to wear a sling for weeks). Didn't even know that could happen.

If I told you my dreams in details you might be able to figure something out. My dream land is a strange place.

Today one of my professors asked this girl what the opposite of monks were. She said nuns. That was apparently correct.

I think my roommate is currently using the phrase "work out" as a euphemism for gay sex. It is quite unsettling.

edit: Okay, I think he's actually going to work out. The repetition and emphasis was just weird.

I made a dream interpretation thread that was quite fun a year ago or something.

I had to throw an old man through a window who was trying to rape a girl but we were all dressed up like dolls (like creepy doll house dolls) and i was getting really pissed off about the dream so I then threw the girl out the window. There was an old lady in another room who seemed to be monitoring all of us. Once I broke the dreams reality or thread a couple times it had trouble rebuilding itself making me start over so i was able to get out one of the windows.

Then I had a dream that this fat kid I knew from highschool was trying to get to this gig he had as a clow and took my car which looked like my parents blu asto van and didnt know how to drive stick. So once we got downtown I got mexican food from a korean fellow.

I ended up in this library I always see in my dreams in this city scape that never makes sense but is always in my head.

ya.

But seriously.

One of you clever about these things people need to tell me what sort of things to say/not say in order to get a doctor properly listening to me and not thinking I'm after stuff for fun.

I mean, I've been without proper access to regular old practitioners for all of my adult life. Only ER and Urgent care physicians that give you the stink eye if you need so much as prescription strength acetaminophen.

Ah, I know, just being honest and all. Even knowing that doesn't make me un-nervous.

Actually that is one thing I have noticed about people with an extended lack of access to regular medical care compared to those who have access.

People without access feel un-entitled, even when they do scrape up the funds to pay for it. They feel as though they are being granted some likely undeserved benevolence by being seen and cared for, and even when they are able to pay for the help they do not know how to speak up enough more often than not.

Like someone who can never afford to go out to eat over thanking the server and being afraid to ask for extra napkins that rare time they do go out.

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