Worked at the Bridge this weekend. There’s a support group available to the kids called, “So What If I Am’ and it’s for GLBT kids. One of the staff decided she wanted to start a group called, “So What If I Am A B*tch.” We were all invited. Personally, I’d rather just send anyone who has to deal with me to a support group of club members, so I don’t have to change my life at all.
What do you think?
Do you need to be in the support group for loved ones, or would you like to become a charter member with me?
It’s snowing. Not a lot. But any snow is… snow.
Can we talk about what should happen to people who call at 4:30 in the morning? This sort of thing should be outlawed. Three times, mind you, the phone rang. I had just gotten to sleep, after being lazy yesterday, skipping work, and sleeping in until noon. So logically I couldn’t fall asleep last night (thereby ruining all benefits of the previous day’s sleep and time off). Finally around 4:15 I drifted off into blissful sleep, only to be woken up by the phone ringing! First they left a message. So I fell right back to sleep. But then, ten minutes later, they called back again. Let the answering machine pick it up, but no, they hung up and CALLED RIGHT BACK!!! So I answered with a “What?!?” as rudely as possible, only to have it be a sibling of a roommate who was looking for them. Like I cared. All I have to say is, there better be somebody in the hospital or some similar sort of emergency that would warrant three 4:30 phone calls.