I need somewhere to put this and I need to be heard and I hate feeling like I don’t have that in my real life. This will be a miserable, whiny, self-pitying post, but I am stuck and wouldn’t mind having outside opinions that might help me move forward.
It’s finally cooling off in Texas, so I made this.
I am a procrastinator of the highest level. But I actually have friends I’d like to gift for this year and Mr.BT lost his job, so buying non-essentials is out for a while.
I’m stressed about some stuff I can’t do anything about and could use a little distraction. Want to help?
Mr.BT just got “let go.”
Can we have a little furry inanity up in here tonight? (I love expressive animals.)
Just getting all the other stuff off my chest yesterday was awesome, thanks guise.
I mean, sorrynotsorry. I just have a couple things that I want to get off my chest in a place where people actually understand why these things are bringing me down. That sand cat post from O-deck really helped soothe me before I started this though, so that’s pretty awesome.
I actually found something similar to this in the cat shelter thrift shop I volunteered at as a teenager. Zap, zap!
Have some puppy mermaids to draw you in.
Yesterday was my birthday and I didn't even make it on to GT the whole day! I spent the whole day doing things with hu-mons in the flesh, and it was mostly a chill but pretty good day. The kids and I spent hours at our friends' house and made a bajillion cupcakes, then the same friends took us all out to dinner,…
My hair hasn't been fully its natural color since I was 12. I've only had it professionally colored once. Sometimes it's obvious that I do it myself, other times people ask me who my colorist is, so it's cool.
I'm not hopeful that this will reach the people it actually needs to, but it's nice to see this article on Salon.
How do they work? (Some weight talk in here)
You guys, I feel like an ass. The support and advice from everyone about the divorce email from Mr.BT was overwhelming in the best way. I teared up a little at some comments when I hadn't even felt so strongly about my own situation. I have a little update and it makes me feel like a llama. I generally pride myself on…
Hey, y'all. Why is it so hard to talk about difficult things with people you're close to in real life? Maybe the friends in my computer can help me process this a little and get out of my head.
You guise. If you haven't seen this, you must.
I mentioned on a pet thread that Oscar had made a new friend. She came back today!
I believe racism is my problem. My problem. I claim it. It is not my problem because I am guilty. It is my problem because I am responsible. I didn't create racism. It's not my fault. But if I do nothing, I become a part of it. And it is not something I want to be a part of. I can make that decision. You can make that…