Oooohhhhh!

Go see, go see!!! (Safe for work)

Maybe Needlepoint?

There's nothing like starting your day by cooking up an elaborate daydream in which you are terribly betrayed and hurt by someone you love very much... and which is convincing enough to make you wonder how that person really does think and feel about you.

I think I'm too imaginative for my own good.

Agoraphobes R Us

I've got meetings today. I'm seeing my therapist in 30 minutes, and my WORC ('welfare to work') caseworker at 3:00. I don't want to leave the house. I've already been out once. I took the boys to day camp, dropped Eliza off at her sperm donor's, and went grocery shopping. Now I want to lock the doors and STAY HOME. I skipped my morning chai, hoping that without caffeine I wouldn't be panicky again today. No such luck. When I was a kid, my imaginary friend was really good for getting me through anxiety-ridden days. Maybe I need a new imaginary friend.

Wow.

( My therapist is full of surprises. )

To Whom It May Concern

I DON'T HAVE YOUR GODDAMNED MONEY. NO, not even a spare $200 lying around. NO, I can't just borrow $200 from someone for a month or two. If I could, I sure as hell wouldn't be spending it on a CREDIT CARD PAYMENT, as I have no idea in hell how I am going to pay next month's rent, or this month's power and phone. When I tell you I have no money, I mean that I. HAVE. NO. MONEY. None. Not any. Zero. NO, I cannot send you $200 of my ZERO money. If we were in person, I'd explain this using M&Ms or something, because you people seem to be having serious trouble understanding that NO MONEY means I CAN'T PAY YOU.

Kindly go to hell and leave me the fuck alone.


-- Katrina, who made the mistake of picking up the phone just now. Yup, still evil. Fucking nasty rude creditors. (I even got a supervisor this time. I told her exactly how big an asshole her employee had been.)