This week up in ‘Grief is really really fucked up: Bonus Prednisone Edition’
This week up in ‘Grief is really really fucked up: Bonus Prednisone Edition’
Lois Duncan, Stranger With My Face.
It doesn’t help that it’s Virtue and Moir. Their chemistry is so insane that pretty much everything they do is hot. Vagina in face or otherwise.
Ice dancing is amazing when done well (like with Virtue/Moir, or Davis/White). It can also be a fuckin’ snooze fest. It all depends on the chemistry of the partnership.
There are some super scary accidents with pairs. Dead drops and rouge blades out of spin throws eeeeeeee
As a government worker, this is very hard to say (since love paperwork).
I found my stylist/salon by word of mouth a decade ago, and have sent many people there similarly. Getting your hair done is so so so specific, that it’s hard to do through an app.
My husband just died after a 15 month battle with cancer. I have, on top of terrible grief, and incredible incredible amount of guilt.
I have not seen this production (not my thing generally), but I have good friends who went a few times in 2010ish land. So I can say: bullshit they don’t encourage you to drink ‘anymore than any other theater production’.
Hey, I just wanted to let you know that these two things you posted, the quotation from the novel and this have been...more helpful than pretty much anything else. Thank you, internet stranger.
Oh yeah, it’s magic. I can do anything. I also bring the magical tolerant dog, which ups the ante even more. ‘oh, you don’t want to do that, well Buster is going to go home...’
GOOSES NO FEAR COLLIE. GOOSES HISSSSSS AT DOGGO. WIN AGAINST DOGGO. RETURN STRONGER.
and now theres soup on the computer...
I’m very cool being the awesome aunt who brings over the doggies and buys all the books and takes them to National Parks and picks them up at 2am when they’re doing stupid teenager things.
I read my goddaughter/niece long medical articles about the ebola outbreak when she was little tiny.
It is wonderful. I listened to it so much last year a number of songs from it popped up on my spotify ‘year end’ list.
Most excellent. And once I attached sleeves we’ll get a proper pupper photo!
I did a purge in the first couple days after his death. I’m a stress cleaner, I can’t help him. It had been almost a whole year since I got to clean my house, and I wanted to stop looking at the things that made me sad—his walker, his medications, all the snacks I bought him hoping he’d eat something, anything, but…