The Couch 149 : Boby Lives On!

yeah.

i don't want to add extra characters! I want to make a one-word post! and while i'm on the subject I hate that facebook makes short posts in a huge font! yes artie is cranky!

I feel like I'm supposed to be somewhere other than sitting at home right now but I don't know where. So I am pacing the house and driving h nuts. Decided to make a pan of brownies, so they're in the oven now. Maybe I should go to JoAnn like I said I might earlier. I gotta do something.

Oh.

Maybe more feels are trying to come and I'm trying to run away from them.

Write a poem about poop?

Or, chocolate soft-serve ice cream cones?

Or make a poop collage

And know that I am your partner in not feeling so great right now

Ahem...I'd like to point out the lack of diversity in your imagining the potential for poop colors by limiting it to a boring chocolate (much as it's the only flavor I can never say no to) -- at least some parts of the rainbow must be reflected, I say.

Poop with green streaks is known to nature. Also red I guess. And then you have lighter-colored poop - salted caramel ice cream maybe?

The multi quote thing didn't work. My car is an 2001 Toyota Camry. I bought it off a guy who did all his own mechanical and auto electrical work so I am unsure of how sound it is. i am thinking some more. I love Toyotas my mum had one for ages til I drove it under truck when I was 17

My ex drove a 2001 camry until three years ago when he totalled it from his own road rage... it was a great car, zero issues excpet for routine maintenance. It's the car that inspired me to get mine. The dude doing his own repair stuff makes me feel squicky. At least, I know my grandfather ruined a lot of cars that way.

Since I have been medicated I have not had road rage, threatened people with tyre irons, had no speeding tickets. When I get upset with taking what I consider useless meds, I try to think of this as a plus.

I suppose the bad part of being medicated is I now can't get angry at all

He had three road rage accidents in one month and had court-ordered anger management courses, and no auto insurers would accept him for less than $700/month. This was all a month after he broke up with me. It brought me joy.

ok the rainbow poop pillow made me grin a little.

I usually suppress my anger. It scares me. I finally felt safe enough with t to let it out a little and this happens. Now I'm even scared-er of my anger. Guess I won't be letting THAT out again.

I am just in a cranky mood. I'm sorry, couch.

I think I'll go cook some more stuff.

Don't apologize, Art. It's okay to not always be in a good mood. Heaven knows I'm not in a good mood right now. The drink I'm having with dinner is helping, though.

As someone whose daughter had (and sometimes still has) constipation issues, I know entirely too much about shapes and colors of poop. But I will refrain from any details here!

My daughter has a friend over and just asked me to stop talking to myself. I didn't realise I was. How often does this happen? Is that when people give me that weird smile in the shops?

No no, please hold forth (really, no puns intended).

I decided not to cook. I'm going to have a glass of wine instead and just play a computer game or something. Maybe I'll play minecraft and gift myself a diamond sword and go wreak havoc on some zombies and creepers or something.

Well that brightened my mood a little. I posted the pic of my new hair on my facebook page too, and one of the comments that I got was from my high school crush he 'liked' it and commented "Perfect!"

Unicorn poo!

People ask me who I am asking to all the time. I just say my friends. Now they don't listen to me unless I directly talk to them by thier name.

Youngest just came in looking betrayed, holding a sliced grapefruit, yelling that there are no grapes inside. Guess I should have just said giant orange. What she really wants,upon further reflection, is a pomegranate. We didn't discuss these in the store, my bad for not being a mind-reader, but they didn't have them anyway. Best thing about today is that it's almost over.

She once had a friend who went home and told her parents I talked to myself and the child wasn't allowed to come over, it is always such a shock that not all people do this.

My girls are in their teens and will still give me vague descriptions of fruit and vegetables and be upset because I bought apples instead of tomatoes. Hope tomorrow is better