Coffee, make yourself. I’m busy dancing around to The Glitch Mob and Lindsey Sterling. Have you heard Lindsey Sterling? Violin and some damn good beats. Coffee, are you done yet? Coffee, I’d like to drink you now, hurry up!
You know what upsets me most? Probably not but I’m going to vent anyway.
Friends you’re close with but suddenly stop talking to you without any reason you can think of.
Of course there’s a reason, and I’m sure I’m to blame, but with no explanation, not even an “I’m upset with you” or “You did x so I’m not talking to you anymore”, I can’t fix it. I’d like to at least apologize for whatever I did to hurt or offend; ideally I’d like to know the transgression to be fix the problem within myself, then to not do it again in the future. If suddenly you find you can’t call me friend, please do me the honor of at least giving me an explanation, if for no other reason than to be able to better myself. I’ll not hold your reasons against you, and would instead thank you for giving me that little bit of peace before wishing you well in your future endeavors. I can definitely respect a person much more who is willing to at least bring my faults to me, even if it’s too late to fix them.
Basically, I’m hurt, confused, and bewildered that the person in question doesn’t care enough about the friendship I thought we had to want to fix a problem I didn’t know there was. Or respects me enough to bring the problem to my attention. Obviously the friendship means a lot more to me than to them; I’ve reached out in every way I know how without being obsessive, I think, so now the ball is in their court.
If you’ve read this far, thanks, and sorry for the negative post.
Learning to Just Say Yes.
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So, it has come to pass, that this one has finally succumbed to the reality that I am not, in fact, super woman and I can’t, in fact, work two almost-full-time jobs, work on my jewelry and have horrible insomnia without some sort of repercussion.
I’ve been feeling under the weather, so to speak, for about two weeks or so, then started getting better a few days ago. Then about 3 days ago, I couldn’t stay hydrated, water didn’t satisfy, and my throat, which had been feeling sore, became a different kind of sore - a hot, dry sore, accompanied by pitiful, unproductive coughs. Then I couldn’t stop coughing. Add in a few sneezes here and there, lymph nodes so swollen they’re hard and a rattle in the chest with the occasional pea soup green mucous, and what do I get?
A trip to the walk-in clinic, that’s what.
She said it could be bronchitis, or a sinus infection, or maybe something viral. So here’s some antibiotics, some cough syrup with codeine to make you sleep, and get some of this other cough syrup. Picked all that up, tissues, and soup, called both my jobs, and am bunkering down for the next 3 days.
Oh, also, my Gamestop manager Brandon suggested whiskey, lemon juice and honey. I have lemon juice and honey, but no whiskey. Anyone want to deliver?
In Hittite–Hurrian mythology, the goddess of the wild animals of the steppe and daughter of the Storm-god Teshub/Tarhunt. Corresponds to the “potnia theron” of Greek mythology, better known as Artemis.
In Arabic, the name Inara means “Ray of Light - Heaven Sent.”
I barely have words.
I’m sorry she broke your heart. Over and over, apparently.
In my determination to see you happy, I distanced myself, blinded myself to your suffering.
I really had no idea. Not a fucking clue.
What kind of friend isn’t there for someone they care about?
And damnit, I don’t just care.
I love you.
That big scary word, even scarier are the complications surrounding such a thing… Gods know how it’s nearly ruined us. But maybe the distance will actually enable us to forge an even deeper friendship this time.
Oohhhh this is not at all like I imagined our lives to cross. But you know as well as I do; how do you make God laugh?
I know that look.
It still breaks my heart.
I can’t see where you’re comin’ from
But I know just what you’re runnin’ from
And what matters ain’t the
Who’s baddest but the
Ones who stop you falling from your ladder
When you feel like you’re feeling now
And doin’ things just to please your crowd
When I love you like the way I love you
And I suffer but I ain’t gonna cut you ‘cause
This ain’t no place for no hero
This ain’t no place for no better man
This ain’t no place for no hero
To call “home”
Storm - Wind. Rain. No firewood.
Not sure my favorite fish will make it through the night. Living - existing? barely breathing - in a snifter. Cat knows she’s in trouble.
Orange. Skull. Elephant. Buttons used in unconventional ways, a symbol - never give away your power. It’s yours, it’s mine, I’ll use my buttons however I choose.