Jonathan ,'Lies My Parents Told Me'
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Oh! I got some of that pancake batter in a can stuff, also! I don't really know why, but I think I'm going to like it.
Eta: Y'all! I did, like, five loads of laundry today and I folded and put them ALL away! That's a first in a long time. I don't even want a gold star for it, the laundry basket not silently reproaching me is reward enough.
No, actually, he was quite horrifically successful, in both the suicide and trauma to his family (totally not fair of me to cast it that way, but by god, the act and the way it played out was really traumatic. Sad as it is to say, I wish it'd been pills.) Bad grammar and construction on my part. He was stb-ex when it occurred.
Honestly, I'm not that close with the cousins affected. But the visceral reaction is pretty strong and not really fair or understanding.
Maybe it's not fair or understanding, but it's understandable.
FTR, Frontline started out OMG! but seems to be winding up Allyson's lesson.
-t, thanks. I don't really need the reassurance, it's just sobering to discover your own emotional judgments, and realize they don't line up with your idealistic/philosophical whatevers, you know?
I too am sort of dumbstruck by the Heath Ledger news. I'm also surprised that they reported the address and apartment number.
it's just sobering to discover your own emotional judgments, and realize they don't line up with your idealistic/philosophical whatevers, you know?
Yes, I do. Not something I ever like facing, but there it is, sometimes.
seems to be winding up Allyson's lesson
Maybe the tide is turning.
I don't think a visceral response to death is required, per se, but it's perfectly understandable when it happens.
I just put in two loads of laundry, ignoring the four or more loads that'll just have to wait until another day.
I spent my weekend petsitting and doing my laundry. Lots of laundry - 5 loads of clothing, a load of towels, two different loads of bedding.
And I have STILL more. This is build up for the year or two that my apartment building machines weren't working and I fell into the habit of doing everything by hand. . . and just hanging stuff up in the bathroom to dry and obviously, this is NOT a very effective way to do laundry.
If the tide does turn, Ima give credit to Allyson.
I laundered. I even folded and put away the clothes. I even matched the socks. Fear me. I am the very paragon of domesticity.
Or something like that. I might even go finish the dishes now. And then I might rewatch Torchwood and fold letters. Whoo, productivity.
Of course, all this productivity is just packing-avoidance. But it has to be done before I can pack. Really.
Nah, visceral isn't really important. I was just rather surprised I had one here, given my distance from the relative. I like to think of myself of logically consistent. Which is total bs, by the way (as day 3 or 4 of the fucking hormone storm . The damn predictive zit shows and I completely lose my rationality and most of my mind. Hey, at least I have a warning sign, right? But it isn't a sign today!) But I like to think.
Frontline just made me write them a letter. Oy. May it bring Allyson more sales.