I AM GOING OUT OF MY F&*#*NG MIND

[elrhiarhodan]

My tag sale is on Sunday - and the people are here "setting up". 

It's terrifying - I am afraid (1)  that nothing will sell/no one will show up and (2) things that aren't for sale will get sold and (3) things will be stolen.

I am using a very reputable company - but still - this set up team is not giving me good vibes.

ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

Comments

[photoash.livejournal.com]

*hugs* that sounds extremely stress and I'm sorry you're having to go through it by yourself :(

Maybe someone can come over on Sunday to be with you that you hadn't asked already?

I think a tag sale is sort of like moving and other huge life change stuff... you prepare all you can and then accept a certain percentage of things won't go the way you want it to - things will get broken or sold in a way you didn't want but that it won't be the end of the world because you already hid all the end of the world things that could happen to.

*HUGS*

You are strong I know you can do this <3

[elrhiarhodan]

Thanks love for the support.

No - none of my so-called real life friends has the time for me this weekend. They all have better things to do.

[sugakane-01.livejournal.com]

*hugs*

Just breathe and have patience. I know that's easier said than done though. Just remember that you are strong, capable and all kinds of awesome and like every other major event (wedding, graduation, ect) even if the day doesn't go *perfectly* that doesn't mean it won't be amazing. We kinda forget on big days there's a lot of room between perfection and disaster...I'm sure you covered all your bases and things will go as well as they possibly can. :)

And if all else fails...picture Matt Bomer naked. There can be no unhappiness where there is naked Matt. *nods*

[elrhiarhodan]

Thank you darling.

It will be all right - I am just a little bitter that my so-called friends aren't available. My sisters - who are equally invested in the outcome of this aren't available.

Yeah - bitter is a good word.

But thinking about naked Neal and naked Peter helps.

Big time.

On that note:

[coffeethyme4me.livejournal.com]

Peter's jeans were around his knees, his cock standing proud in Neal's face. Neal had no clothes on, because that's how Peter liked him: bare -- revealed -- every inch of him available. Peter handled his own cock and stroked it against Neal's cheek. Neal sighed and whispered, "I want it." He was slicking the prolific juice down the long pole of his own dick. "Choke me with it."

Peter fed Neal his cock, the sweat dripping down the middle of his chest with the effort to restrain himself. And as Neal's mouth opened, the moan of pleasure high in his throat, Peter licked his lips, holding back for now the hard thrusts that would come later -- letting his lover just get a taste now, letting Neal feel what it was like to still have some small measure of control -- before it would be taken irrevocably away.