I hate health insurance. I hate their short term profit decisions that mean long term losses for them money wise, and permanent health losses for me. I might win this one, but damn I hate insurance.
I'm way too happy about my new haircut. It actually has the perfect amount of layers- enough to add volume and movement, but not so many I look like a poodle.
Omg, ACT is going to be the death of me. Prepping the entire junior class for this exam is the worst. THE.WORST.
My kids took the January one and did really well.
I'm just overwhelmed.
We start preadministration tomorrow so we can get all of the information filled out. I hate that you can't fill it in on the day of the test. It's 3 times the work.
750 juniors and about 50 seniors. Whinewhinewhine. I signed up for this, but damn, testing is anxiety inducing.
I'm in a funk. I don't want to watch tv, I don't want to read (not like me at all), and I obviously don't want to clean. So I just go to bed early. Last night I was asleep by 10 and now I'm pondering if 9 pm is an ok time.
I smashed my toe into the bathroom door last night and cried. It still hurts. I don't think it's broken because it's not bruised, but fuck.
My fraidy cat who only sleeps with me is cuddling up with me on the couch. She needs her nails cut, but if I try or make any sudden moves now, she'll hide under the bed for a year.
I announced that I'm leaving at work yesterday/today. Everyone (except one douchebag) has been so great.
My hair stylist texted me just now to ask a random question about a vacation place I mentioned once. And then she said "side note: I'm hoping we can hang out outside work someday." Eeeeeeek!! she's really cool and we have eerily similar tattoos and I always felt like we got along really well, but figured stylists are good at faking that for clients, you know? OMG I'm like actually sweating and nervous.
I'm in a funk. I don't want to watch tv, I don't want to read (not like me at all), and I obviously don't want to clean. So I just go to bed early. Last night I was asleep by 10 and now I'm pondering if 9 pm is an ok time.
I'm about to go to sleep. I had planned out watching TV, but the power flickered off right at DS's bedtime abs he freaked. He is now asleep on my arm in my bed, so we're both going to sleep.
I'm in the hospital for the night. Blood pressure was high at the doctor. It's been normal here but they're being extra careful I guess. Pretty sure I'm being pulled out of work too
I'm in the hospital for the night. Blood pressure was high at the doctor. It's been normal here but they're being extra careful I guess. Pretty sure I'm being pulled out of work too
Post by Ohhmm(bligo) on Feb 24, 2016 8:57:49 GMT -5
I'm reviving this, since I don't see a new one yet.
I'm in a middle school bathroom, and I'm trying to poop, and a girl just walked in to the stall next to me and is sitting there sobbing and sniffling. I don't know whether to comfort her or pretend I'm not here, but TIMING, GIRLFRIEND.
"You. You and your crazy life. You and your geographic anomaly. You and your drunken lesbianic ways and terrible navigational skills." - ProfArt and her holy baby
I'm reviving this, since I don't see a new one yet.
I'm in a middle school bathroom, and I'm trying to poop, and a girl just walked in to the stall next to me and is sitting there sobbing and sniffling. I don't know whether to comfort her or pretend I'm not here, but TIMING, GIRLFRIEND.
oh no! What did you do?
and my random : I had plans to do things today. but it's pouring and storming, so I'm stuck inside, lame.
I'm reviving this, since I don't see a new one yet.
I'm in a middle school bathroom, and I'm trying to poop, and a girl just walked in to the stall next to me and is sitting there sobbing and sniffling. I don't know whether to comfort her or pretend I'm not here, but TIMING, GIRLFRIEND.
oh no! What did you do?
I sat there panic-GBCNing and panic-texting BFF. Then she text back and my phone vibrated louder than possible, so I was given away. So we just sat there, in a poop standoff. Then she exited and went to cry by the sink for a bit, then she left.
I snuck out and told the counselor to BE ON THE LOOKOUT.
I felt bad that I poop standoff-ed her out, but WHAT WAS I GOING TO DO? I'm a shy pooper, and it's not like I was about to start dropping deuces in the middle of her emote session. I also felt I couldn't say anything, because then I'd have to be comforting, and again - we were in a poop standoff.
I've typed the words poop standoff way too many times today.
"You. You and your crazy life. You and your geographic anomaly. You and your drunken lesbianic ways and terrible navigational skills." - ProfArt and her holy baby
I hate health insurance. I hate their short term profit decisions that mean long term losses for them money wise, and permanent health losses for me. I might win this one, but damn I hate insurance.
I'm way too happy about my new haircut. It actually has the perfect amount of layers- enough to add volume and movement, but not so many I look like a poodle.
Hugs and commiseration on the insurance. I literally couldn't do any of it without my mom. Instead, I already got one insurance company to pay me off and I might be suing another.