My mother's getting married again. It's been five months since she and my father got divorced. It's been twelve months since I've spoken to her. It's been fifteen months since she started having her second affair in as many years ( Read more... )

I am pretty much absolutely boiling with rage right now. Usually I adore Sarbear. She's one of my three best friends in the world. She's been there for me through thick and thin. Etc, etc, etc. All that best friend stuff that doesn't bear repeating. But she has this nasty streak where she thinks she's being sassy, but it comes out bitchy because ( Read more... )

I hate everything today.

I hate the rain.

I hate the thinking.

I hate the tickle-throat sadness and

I hate the distance between here and there.

So. Earthquake. Aftershocks. Hurricane Irene careening up the coast. Cool beans, world, what's with the weather this week ( Read more... )

Can I skip out of work tomorrow and go to Petco and play with puppies instead?

Pahhhleeeeeeeeeease???

Good Lord I hate being a grown-up. I'm supposed to be getting my picture taken for my badge tomorrow and I'm going to be a blotchy puffy-eyed mess.

Just when I thought all the tragedy was supposed to be over... just when I thought surely nothing else could go wrong, no one else I care about could be harmed ( Read more... )

(To anyone out there other than me who may be reading this, there are slight spoilers for Mockingjay by Suzanne Collins in this post. Proceed at your own peril ( Read more... )

Can we just talk for a second about how much I detest, hate, and despise and loathe Julianne Moore's character on 30 Rock ( Read more... )

This might get spoiler-y, in case there is, by some odd trick of fate, someone reading this who is not me.

( Read on for a traumatized response to tonight's episode... (SPOILERS)... )

Two hours later ( Read more... )