Fuck, she was even mad enough to return to eljay.  But more on that in a future entry.

I’m divorced, or near enough.  Wouldn’t at all be surprised if divorce paperwork is what the “soon-to-be” ex-husband spends his tax return on.  I couldn’t possibly ask him.  I’m currently feeling anger like my heart is roasting in an inferno.  Maybe I’ll jog, ( Read more... )

FUCK YOU, TWIT.

That's a bit better.

I

am

SUCH

an

idiot.

. . .

Going to go channel my 15-year-old self and "die of embarrassment" or somesuch. Toodle-loo.

I need another venting session. I need some time with my "confessional booth", as I've called it before. It's my only Friend Group, though I rarely use it. When I do use it, it's because I feel a strong need to bitch about someone without they or their lover or their friends seeing, unless they choose to.

People I need to bitch about:
en_ki, duh.
postvixen ( Read more... )

I'm not dreading this nearly as much as I thought I'd be. Or I used to be. I might feel dirty, but this is something that needs doing in order for other good things to come about. Sharing. Sharing is good, especially beds and responsibilities. Here I go. Wheeeee.