missmaggiethecat
missmaggiethecat
missmaggiethecat

I’ve tried AA in the past, did a few meetings. I was miserable and self-conscious and have horrid social anxiety (made so very much worse by booze, which is crazy). I do better online. Hoping after I dry out a bit that will change though.

Impressive and congrats! If I can find my energy and passion for my work again, that could help me tremendously (and may help salvage my business). Meanwhile I think I’m going to do what I’ve done on the few nights a week that I was “good” by not drinking, which is going to bed at 7 PM with a scifi book and some

Thank you. It is a shit place to be, and get out of, and keep going back to. It killed my Dad, literally (pancreatic cancer). You’d think I’d know better, but I keep making excuses for myself as long as I’m “healthy”. Which is ridiculous. I’m far from healthy. But as far as I know, I can get better. At least I hope I

Thank you for your lovely words (and congrats to you!!).

Thanks. I hope I can. Far and away not the first time I’ve tried, but I’ve got to do it. I have to make it stick.

Thanks. My issue is that I drink at home, so will have to adjust my routine to avoid that craving in the evening. I’ve used it to escape stress and to get myself to stop “thinking” after working all day between my shop and online biz. Now it works too well!

Thanks. Back atcha. You made me cry a little.

I’m sitting here hungover, and this popped up in my FB feed. I’m looking at having to close my business that I’ve had for nearly 10 years and while I’ve blamed everyone else possible for why I have screwed it up, it’s me. And beer. And I know it. I too have left myself “drunk me” messages to “sober me” (in my notes on

Happily I haven’t run into people like that in my social media world, but I can speak to the maternal (parental, really) instinct to stay calm in crisis to protect a small child. I fell on some stairs and literally snapped my tibia/fibula in half and sat holding my leg up as the lower part dangled by skin and muscle

Fair enough, but the people who want to address those things are dismissed as socialist/libtard/commies while the people who live in that poverty and feel disenfranchised vote for people who will do nothing to help them at all.

I’m coming in late here and may not get a response, but in my experience those who support Trump are not people interested in finding common ground with anyone who doesn’t agree with them. My Uncle, if one bothers to engage in conversation with him on FB when he posts some Trump drivel that is blatantly inaccurate or

Oh bugger off. He lived in NYC and shot fashion there, the stuff he liked. He didn’t have to like everything ever anywhere on the planet, nor shoot all of everything everywhere. It was not his job to make every human in NY feel pretty, nor every human on the planet to feel pretty. Sometimes (I know, it’s shocking)

Ugh, he’s so wrong. And so Eugene Tooms. Always.

I used to work at a ballroom that brought in mediocre acts (here in Iowa) and part of my job was shopping to fill the rider’s for the bands. Reel Big Fish also required condoms. And socks. I did think the socks thing was clever...who wouldn’t want new socks every day?

Oh, hell no. NO. I cannot have someone’s skin and mouth and nose scents near me for longer than, say, 5 minutes. No....5 seconds. My god no the smells. NO.

but are you? so you kind make the point backasswardly.

That you can go into the hospital, be induced and spend a day in “labor” only to be sent home still pregnant because it didn’t work.

Chic, fashionable, talented and gorgeous young actress with super-tall up-do compared to chic, fashionable, talented and gorgeous young actress with super-tall up-do from the past.

I like the hair and makeup and shoes (and usually don’t love those strappy things). It’s the ruffles and the Spice Girls cutouts on the dress that kill it for me.

Hahahhahahahhaha.....body swapping, very sci-fi!