64% of my current job is negotiating with the CVS _and_ Walgreeen's phone-bots.

It is as painful as it sounds, and yet? Still better for me than my abusive ex, the ER.

I should call her.

I literally just now after decades of looking at this picture realized it's Mom taking the picture. She saw what we're seeing now, and fuck if that isn't fucking with me right now.

I knew I was in trouble when the CPR monitor complemented me on my compressions and I had feelings about it.

I've actually made it a few times myself with plain old store bought kielbasa and sauerkraut, but it never really measures up.

Interesting! The mother of my dearest friend with significant polish ancestry made this on the regular when we were kids back home, and I always heard it as Kapusta.

I shoveled vast amounts of this into my face with glee when I was a starving 20 something.

Would camping quilts work for you?

Some of us have memories that stretch back farther than most think possible, and we remember what was done to us.

I wish I could, but their peace is worth more to me than my closure.

See you on the other side!

Here we are a year later, having indeed spun the bullshit I endured at my old job, my old home, my old dear abusive ex into a fantastic job.

A job so much better than any I've had so far that I can't let myself trust it.

Someday I'll let myself trust.

Here we are a year later, having indeed spun the bullshit I endured at my old job, my old home, my old dear abusive ex into a fantastic job.

A job so much better than any I've had so far that I can't let myself trust it.

Someday I'll let myself trust.