Someone I haven't spoken to in at least a decade just messaged me on FB to ask if I knew a good scorpion dealer. Between this and the panicked late night call from a former coworker looking for a copy of The Satanic Bible, I'm beginning to worry about my reputation.
Only works if you don't break up the rootball and let it breathe, though. Like the chaplain's anthurium. I could have put it in the 6in pot I had for it, but once I unstrangled it I had to go buy an 8in.
In other news, El Paso County courts told my ex husband this morning that he couldn't set a hearing until he scheduled a meeting for us to talk about the Child Legal Representative (that HE demanded they appoint)'s recommendation that I become the primary parent, so 2/2 for justice today.
I'm going to show this to the next person who asks me what prosopagnosia looks like.
Been there. Stable now, but it took 3 black box drugs, 2 anx meds and a nuclear dose of vit D to survive. If you haven't tried meds, a lot of online therapy sites can get them in your hands in 48 hrs. 988 is the SI crisis hotline. Survive first, then recover. Brain chemicals are bitches. Love you.
Because I can tell whether it's the killer speaking with about 80% accuracy from 5 seconds into a call recording, or because you know that if I someday murder you I'll at least show you the respect of doing it well enough to not get caught?
If you killed 'em, you gotta really focus up and sell it, too. A lot of us who started off with Forensic Files and New Detectives in like '03 are really tired of bad acting.
"It wasn't one of those weird cults or anything. You can't be that traumatized." Bruh, I just started frying fish for the first time in like a year because it sounded good FOR SOME REASON.
When you have a kid in college everyone tells you how much it's going to derail your future. No one ever mentions that age 35 is heading toward this with no brakes.
