December 9th, 2011

vintage lets get pissed [iconomicon]


I don't know why I'm so excited for Friday, I don't have a desk job. BUT HEY, OUR CULTURE DICTATES THAT I SHARE JOY. And so I do. I'm in a fabulous mood, brought on by an excellent 2 hour massage yesterday (and the knowledge that I have another scheduled for next Friday and the Friday after...) Dude. This chick tore into my glutes and quads, just stripping those muscles of all the little ouchies and I felt like I was made of pudding afterward. Hurt so good. (It only hurt because I hadn't been in for months. Regular massage keeps everything lovely. And your skin thanks you, too! Bye bye, cellulite on my booty.)

And then I ruined it by doing a million-fifty squats and lunges today. HEY, I'M KEEPING HER IN BUSINESS.

Also, I am in the final edits for this redonkulously huge story I've been writing (huge for me) and will start posting on Monday and finally be done. Are we finished, Buffy? *cry*.

Also 2, John Ralphio said "butthole" last night, and I freaking love that character. Parks and Rec, one of the tightest comedies on TV, hands down. No wasted characters, not ever. <3

Also 3, I am not on my own PC, so I can't resize images (nor touch them up, stupid netbook with barebones on it, argh!!) but for those curious about the fake-out Kindle cover I made, it's under the cut. 5 pics, they're big, and I'm not 100% in love with it, but it's serviceable fo sho.

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Now I'm hungry. YO DESEO TACOS.
devastated [guilty icons]

Take a minute and maybe make something better [if this applies]

I don't normally post this sort of thing, but I'm just so sad about it, about something that is for such a STUPID reason. One of The Boy's best friends, someone that I find charming and funny and sweet, tried to kill himself, we just learned. His parents have been fighting all the time, about money, about their marriage, and when the friend would try to get them to stop (and I know this boy, I'm sure it was nothing short of woebegone begging) they would yell at him.

Being told you're stupid, being told to shut up, being told you're the source of financial problems (this is all stuff my son has overheard, which is why I've always encouraged them to come to our house) is damaging. Clearly. I'm so angry at these parents; I'm so sad for our friend.

My son asked (as he nervously tugged on his hair) if it would be okay for him to go to their house and just leave the message that he's thinking of his friend, and that he wants to help in some way. Of course, I told him. We don't know which hospital he is in, so until we find out, I'm just sitting here fretting.

Just...if you blame your adult problems on your child's existence, and you verbalize that to your child - know that I pretty much think you're a POS. And maybe apologize to them and tell them you love them. And keep them out of your worries. They're kids.

[ETA] The Boy just came back from the friend's house, and he had just come home. He going to stay at a facility where people will give him a lot of positive attention and help, and I'm crying as I write that, because I'm so grateful. [the school's counselor made that happen, she's lovely.] The Boy hinted that the step-parent - the #1 offender - hasn't been back home. And the friend was reminded that he can call us, come over, whatever any time he feels scared, worried or angry. Because he's loved. [I really love my son, guys. I love that he was totally fine with telling another dude that he loves him. <3] <-- because that shouldn't be weird, am I right? Sigh.