Apparently there's PMS involved too because this made me cry. :)
Thank you.. when I'm feeling better there will be special boysmut just for you.
I wish I was there to give you a big fat honking hug. Do me a favor-- send me over your resume and let me see what I can do at least on getting you some leads... let me know what you have in mind as far as location of how far away you are willing to go and the like and let me at elast see if I can do something for you that way to start ....
As soon as it's done I'll send it, I promise.
As far as location? The higher the pay the more I'm willing to travel.. and seeing as I now go an hour plus for totall dogfood salary, I think I'm pretty flexible.
I can imagine what that hug would feel like... I really can.. and how your smile looks in late afternoon sun.. and how your eyes light up. And that's helping more than you know.
*sends many many happy peaceful thoughts and cuddly hugs*
Also, I just posted this to my journal but I want to send it to you specifically:Baby Mine via yousendit
Is that the Allison Krauss version? That's my absolute favorite and guaranteed to make me cry big crocodile tears in the good wya. Oh thank you thank you..
Definitely no apologies needed. People understand that a journal isn't always going to be sunshine and boy sex, and yet we like to read it anyways. At least, I do, because you are interesting and engaging even when it's a terribly bad day (which sounds more like a compliment in my head)
On a similiar note, I think about the tag line of your journal a lot. Probably wasn't meant to be like this, but I find it helps in a this to shall pass kinda way. (Then you get up and have breakfast).
*massive hugs and good will sent northwards*
Exaaaaaactly. Very well said.
*loves you immensely*
It will get better, I promise. I'd give your car a very stern look, but with my luck with cars, it would laugh at me. But don't ever apologize for what you're feeling and what you want/don't want/feel like/don't feel like writing here. We love you so much, chica, through good and bad and everything in between. You're so incredibly grounded, and I especially love you for that.
*squeezes you tight*
Whereas I am strictly avoiding looking at her car, for fear my Superpower will activate and things will begin to fall off. (My Superpower is metal fatigue, you see...)
I wish you lived nearby. Netflix is giving me all these british gangster movies lately and we could watch them and slash the pretty, pretty boys whilst eating chocolates and chips.
Then we could make ridiculous hats out of old shoeboxes and kleenex.
No reason. Just because we can.
OO! And a fort of pillows is key!
Anyhoo, I wish you the best, lovey. *SMOOCH*
I wish I lived nearby too.. because then there could be boys and chips and honking huge glasses of wine and silly hats and... oh Sid. Pillow forts rule. But not as much as you rule.
*loves on you*
You and Min hug each other hard for me the next time you see one another.. just because that's as close as I can get to hugging you myself.
What's next in your life is solid food. Honest.
Next after that is an orthopedist who will make your knee feel better, so that you can be a bouncy energetic person without being in pain.
And after that? Chris Baty. Yeah.
And then a birthday where you celebrate surviving to grow up (well, at least that's what I'm always celebrating; you can pick your own cause of celebration), and we are giving you decadent presents. Also lots of drinks.
Big picture next is a job where they appreciate you properly, treat you well and don't send you off to Vietnam with $30k worth of expensive computer equipment.
What's next in your life is solid food. Honest..
Oatmeal count? That's what breakfast was. It went down fine and settled fine and I might try soup for lunch.
My ortho appointment is tomorrow (thanks for reminding me, must tell Bill). So that'll be good. (Also, I'm totally making them front the visa payment for Jamaica. Not my farking job anymore).
What's the details on the Chris thing?
My father wants to know if I want a backpack for my birthday. No. I want financial security and a new job. In lieu of that I'm making him buy me running shoes. It's not like he's going to take the money with him when he dies.
*cuddles you lots*
good luck on the job front. *crosses paws for you*
I'm being such a downer today, I feel bad for my coworkers. I know! I'll come be your very personal assistant and my whole job will be to kick people who piss you off and hound your house people until you have a nice shiny new home. And you can pay me with donuts.
The way your life has been piling bad thing upon bad thing recently, you deserve nothing more than to pull the covers over your head and hide from the world for a while.
Universe? Treat Melly right!
I know, and that's my first instinct. Sadly that would result in me having even less of a job than I have now.
I called my mechanic and he's like "Wow, this car is running terrible."
Dude, try not to make it sound so expensive, k?
We went to a belly-dance thing last weekend, I wish you could have been there. There were some lovely dancers.. and some FINE chances for mocking. HUGE mocking. Mocking with canes.
*braids your hair*
*cuddles with you on the sofa while watching TBGB movie and BDS*
*rests head on your lap*
I'mma go sit in the sun and read for a minnit. Sun makes things better. But not as much as your smile does.
After Tomorrow I will have a full tape of LOST episodes to send you. SIX HOURS OF LOST will be on their way shortly.
And you have a Pirate Monkey.
And I LOVE YOU.
Infact...I *TARTAN HEART* YOU.
If there's anything I can do for you, you let me know.
More Lost?! This is lovely lovely news. Oh Naz, you're too too good to me. Plus, I'm going to watch them with the pirate monkey on my shoulder. :)
My little Scottish heart loves your big Tartan Heart and somewhere my Scottish grandfather just laughed and toasted you with really good single malt.
I love you, Melly.
I totally typed "Merry" first. Talk about an automatic response. *facepalms*
Oh MollyMolly. My mechanic says he'll know more around three or four, but the hard part is knowing that if it's bad news it's going to mean a new engine and that's many thousands of badness. And it'll be my fault for not fixing the little thing because I "didn't have time". I hate being so low like this. I hate feeling so down. Blech.
Tomorrow will be better.. almost has to be.
Tell me something good. .tell me about Zach. :)
Melly? I love you.
I'm sorry that your car is sick, and I hope it doesn't take much to make it well again. And I'm sorry that you have the stress of having to look for a job right now. And I'm really sorry that I haven't won the lottery so that I can hire you and Matt to be my Personal Consultants on Renaissance Reenactment Issues.
*big squooshy hugs and kisses*
like the kind you're so good at.
*reminisces about lunch the other week*
It may be a bad day for you, but I'll tell you this, right now: Every day with you in it, even a little bit, is a good day for me. So don't you ever apologize for being yourself, ever, ever. *hugs you tight*
It's always hard when you don't know where you're going, and you don't know what there is to look forward to. But things will come full circle one day, and you'll be on top of the world again. Sometimes it just takes a little longer than we'd like. Hang in there, lovey. We're all cheering for you.
Rivers know this: there is no hurry. We shall get there some day. - Winnie-the-Pooh
And should you need some distraction, instead of sappy words, don't hesitate to ask. *loves on you*
I understand the car woe. I also understand the feeling when you can't squee and feel like everyone expects you to. We don't. We expect you to be you. That's what we love you for.