Post Punk Kitchen Forum

Speaking of hurling oneself into traffic, the other day I was driving (on a highway, a minor one, but still) and this guy who didn't at first appear inebriated started walking in to the four lane traffic. Luckily we were slowing for a stoplight, so everyone was able to avoid him. I rolled down my window and asked if he was okay, and he ran up to the driver's side window and immediately I could tell he was really high--probably meth--and he put his hands inside my car on the open window and growled at me. It was more startling than scary, and everyone around was honking because the light had turned. He eventually made it to the meridian but I still worry how he fared on the other side, and if I should have done something.

I read boober's email from her mom last night before going to bed and had this long nightmare that my mom kept mocking me and then slapping me over and over.

Moral of the story is that I'm sorry about your mom, boober. That's truly kind of a nightmare and I'm sorry you have to deal with it.

One of my student loan payments just shot up unexpectedly, from $100 to almost $200. And the unexpected amount is almost exactly what I'm short to pay another one of my loans. I'm gonna have to call them and ask if I can just pay what I can afford now and get the rest on the next payment. But this means that I'm gonna have to put even more money towards my loans than I already do - I'm looking at nearly half of my paycheck going to my student loans. I need a new job.

My mother in law passed away yesterday at 82. I can't say I have ever been very close to her since she didn't speak English and I don't speak Spanish, but for the 20+ years I have known her she was always nice to me, feeding me lots of rice and beans and always having the hot sauce ready for me.

I worry about my husband as I am not sure how I can help him cope, but he seems all right. I wish I could do something, you know? He was with her when she died.

Funny thing is, her mother is still alive and kicking, at 105.

You are right, of course. I guess I'm mostly thinking about two people who were standing by the door he ran out of and who were obviously watching us, but I still can't blame them for not really processing what was happening.

And boober, I keep wanting to say something about your mom's email but none of my words come out right. My mother has written pretty similar stuff to me, and written some terrible stuff to everyone in my family about me that I only know about because my sister showed it to me, and it sucks. I just... god, I'm just so sorry that people have to deal with shiitake like this and you deserve so much better. You are so great, and it's not okay, and... I love you <3

My worst thing is that I have so much unhappiness and so many things I need to talk through with someone, and I realized that I have no one in my life who I can trust. I am totally forking alone. So, tonight I am talking to a bottle of vodka. It doesn't give very good advice, but damn if it isn't a great listener.

Me too.

I feel so sad, flat and defeated. I can't put my finger on exactly why, but I'd wager the weather is playing a big role

I'm so sorry you're alone :(
Can you not talk with your sisters or Mr Poopie?

I'm so sorry, Poopie! <3 Love to you. You have more friends than you realize.

I woke up to a terrible email from my sister this morning, and just had a terrible conversation with her on the phone. My sister is made of awesome. My mom, however, is pulling the same old bullshiitake tricks she did to me in high school and college (basically: instead of addressing the actual issue which she created, she's being a mean girl just like the tweens in that movie) . . . but on my grandma and my sister. Really? . . . Really? My sister can totally handle herself, but NO ONE pulls that kind of shiitake on my grandma. I'm so furious and astounded, I don't even know where to start or what to do.

Thank you. Unfortunately, my sisters and I have more of a social-only relationship. And I can't really talk to mr poopie either.


<3 <3 <3

no :( if josh is sad, what hope is there for the rest of us?

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Some friends of mine have put me in a really forked up situation that I decided I don't want to put the deals of on the internet but I'll just say that it's a situation where accommodations for my disabilities that I was assured wouldn't be a problem are not going to be made, and I was not informed until it was way too late to come up with a good back-up plan. It's definitely not the first time this has happened, so now I'm kind of feeling like it's my own fault for trusting them, which is so forked up on so many levels.

((((Hugs CQ))))

One of my sweetest and most sensitive friends/coworker drove me to tears tonight. She was totally just making a light-hearted joking remark and would never in a million years want to hurt me, but it was the wrong place at the wrong time and I couldn't mask my emotions because I SUCK at that, and then it hurt her to know she'd hurt me, which is so unfair because she wasn't being nasty at all. We are so alike which makes us amazing friends, but also so tortured with each other because we're both a good mix between way too sensitive and sometimes awkward in social situations. But anyway, I love her and I hope she doesn't feel badly at my reaction. It all sounds so melodramatic written out, but the thing is we've been through a lot together in the past few months, and she is a really, really, really special person/friend.

I'm sorry your friends screwed you over CQ. You don't deserve that.

Oh CQ, I am so sorry. If there is anything I can do to help... please let me know.

I coughed so hard I popped a rib and breathing is awful. I am still coughing and in so much pain.

My stepdad once again making it very clear that I am not his daughter so he doesn't have to treat me the same as my stepsister.

I lost the bracelet my parents gave me for my 21st birthday and which I've pretty much worn every day for 20 years. And it's my own fault. The clasp broke but I was lucky enough to spot it on the floor under my desk. I was in a rush so I just shoved it in my bag, loose, until I could get to a jewellers. Got to the jewellers and its gone. Probably fell out when I was getting something else out of my bag. Stupid stupid idiot. I'm gutted.

Oh shoot! I lost an important necklace yesterday. The chain broke and I stupidly put it in my coat pocket that everything falls out of. It might be somewhere in my car but it's more likely that I'll never see it again. It's really gutting to lose jewelry given by loved ones, and I seem to be a pro at it. I hope yours turns up.

My jaw hurt so much I couldn't talk to my grandma on the phone, and she was too sick to talk to me. I hummed "I love you" and that's it. Sucks. (Well, better than not being able to hum at all, I guess, but sucks to still hurt so much and sucks that grandma's sick, etc.)

Spoiler tagging because it relates to Doctors & my uterus.

I had one of those when I was 19. I had to go back every 6 months for 2 years but all was fine. I think it happens more often than we might think.

Thanks Vantine! :)