Re: relationships, remember that episode of Buffy where she slept with Parker, and Willow said, "Don't you LOVE this part, where it's all new and everything is a discovery?"
I so totally DON'T. I hate getting into a relationship; I love BEING in a relationship. I love the knowing-you, not the getting-to-know-you.
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But then, almost all of my relationships (such as they were) were with people I was friends with first, sometimes for years, so the getting-to-know-you was already out of the way, in large part.
Serial monogamist here. I shudder to think of what my twenties would have been like if I hadn't been. (I'm sure the StuntHusband is also shuddering, because he was around for most of that.)
INO, I haz a PixKristin! In my kitchen! nyah-nyah-nyah!
IO(O)N, I would like to state for the record that *I* have never accidentally set anything on fire, therefore I am perfectly trustworthy with open flames. So there.
Zing! It's pretty zippy, isn't it?
Oh, yeah. On the upside, I'm getting a lot more done and thinking a lot more clearly. On the other hand, enough of the thoughts are about hot passersby to be really not useful.
ETA: And as I'm a shy introvert, none of the hot passersby are getting done.
Zing! It's pretty zippy, isn't it?
Oh, yeah.
Adding Zoloft back in to my pharmaceutical cocktail helped curb my panic attacks, but it's added a few pounds, for fuck's sake. Plus, I'm having low-level anxiety a LOT lately. Dunno what that's about.
So...any thoughts on male-pattern balding in females being related to Zoloft and/or Wellbutrin and/or BCP?
I seem to be a hormonal superfund site these days, but I don't want to rule anything out. And I'd like to keep my hair.
Then I added Wellbutrin to the Zoloft.
That's worked out pretty well for me- I'm happy with it. I had the Wellbutrin first and then added the Zoloft for anxiety...
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Oh, and I'm over my whiny bit. I had a bit of a snarl at the Scene(TM) in Seattle, I feel better for having taken my spleen on a walk, and now can get back to feeling smugly superior about my single-tude.
New York is too big for me; I get agoraphobia and sit in the shower, crying (almost literally; I have another Churchy Huw story concerning this). I just have to hammer my life-expectation into acceptance of my chosen life-style.
Goth, and single. Nyah.
Aww. Now I want to hang out with you, poor StuntHusband. And watch people walk by and make fun of the hipsters, on CapHill, or something. And bemoan our single states.
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THAT IS THE UNIVERSE PROVING HOW AWESOME I AM.
Goth, and single. Nyah.
I know, but I wish we could find you a charming companion. Other than me, who is only so good for companionship for you.
