Chasing Cars
Yes, I am still alive. Just.
A vicious workload + a stinking, snotty, ear-blocking, voice-losing cold + the onset of the period whose cost per day of bleeding could have kept me in Mulberry handbags for a long, long time have all conspired to completely dissuade me from blogging, nor visit your blogs, nor check my e-mail or even think about all these things. I am one of those stripy humbugs, personified.
I may return to normal soon or I may not. What have I been doing? Apart from the above, watching DVDs, the first season of Curb Your Enthusiasm and the second season of the Wire. Both equally brilliant for opposite reasons but ye gods, I am truly the female Larry David. Believe me, it is uncanny.
I don't have the Camper shoes though.
posted by Pamplemousse @ 8:08 PM
20 Comments:
If I could say or do something that would make a difference, I would do it in a heartbeat. Even saying that, I know it doesn't help, but dammit, I love my Pamplemousse and I hate to see her so glum.
Does it help to say you FUCKING ROCK?? We knew this already of course, but Curb and The Wire? They are two of my absolutely mostest favouritist shows ever! You are too cool for school my friend.
Oh, and The Dude and I are itching for the third season of The Wire to come out on DVD. Dominic West, delicious.
I'm picturing rows and rows of handbags.
Who wouldn't be gloomy.
Oh, you are so entitled to feel however you need to feel. Don't worry about returning to normal - you can be anyway you need to be at any given time, and screw anyone who doesn't agree!!
Hope you feel better soon, and enjoy the DVDs. Eat something fun too - that always helps!!
Roni
I think this thought "the period whose cost per day of bleeding could have kept me in Mulberry handbags for a long, long time" is one of the best things I've read all day. Best as in "well-written"--not "best" as in happy about it.
I'm sorry about the period, Pamplemousse. Hope you feel better soon.
Ugh. I'm so sorry while still loving the comment about how much your period is costing per day. Despair hasn't dulled your writing a bit. Hang in there, my friend.
I'm so sorry.
But I'm happy to see you on, even if it's just to post that life sucks. At least we know you're still here, still breathing, and haven't jsut checked out on us. :)
Thinking of you and sending you lots of big smooches.
Phew - you let me know just in the nick of time you are still alive. I was just sending out the sniffer dogs for you!
Larry David fans unite.
Hope you are feeling better. If not, I understand. I understand. Glad you are back.
You have such good taste in Americana.
I wish I could wave a wand or punch someone out - anything if it would make you feel better.
Your post is right up there with the late Wendy Wasserstein's of being in a taxi and "hemorrhaging money."
I'm sorry you are feeling so terrible.
My husband doesn't understand all my TV-viewing. I try to explain that it numbs the pain. Enjoy!
Do you want the Camper shoes? Because, um, if you do, I think you should totally get them.
I haven't stopped smooching yet, lady P.
Periods fucken blow.
Purses fucking rock.
I have no words for you, just that I hope you are getting by.
-Jenny
When we did our tax return and added up the medical expenses for the past three years (don't ask why we are three years behind in filing) . . . I looked at the number and thought to myself I could have had one kickass sports car for this instead of a shitload of heartache.
But purses would be good too . . . . one car or lots of purses, either way.
A baby would be nice . . . but well . . .
Well, it sounds like you're doing all the right things. Just thinking of you and Mr. P.
Thnking of you during this difficult time.
It's weird but often i promise myself I'll get off this ivf merry go round and update my Gucci handbag (purchased 6 years ago when single and mortgage free) . It comforts me in a way. Then I feel guilty for being materialistic.
Sending you love,
Meg
The trifecta of crappiness, I'm so sorry. Ah, but are you starting to look like Larry David?
We just finished watching Season 5 of Curb Your Enthusiasm last night, It is so funny.
Shitty fucking life.
All those things we could have had, and didn't and all those things we just can't seem to get, no matter how much you are prepared to give up for it.
(From a purely selfish point of view I hope you don't give up the blogging, I would miss you.)
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