Gar, I'll offer hairpats and also pompom-waving.
Which I may well ask for myself, if I don't get this bloody last chapter of New-Slain Knight done this weekend so that I can send it off and not have to think about it because Kate will be thinking about and then I can work on finishing Cleveland Rocks because if I can't get back to my Land of What If pretty soon, I am going to take a frickin' hostage.
Consider electronic hairpats offered and pom poms waved. If it comes down to hostage taking, the Buffistas can jointly come up with a little list.
A classic case of "Get off my side. You're making my side look bad." Even if it isn't exactly the same side.
Nah, it's all the way different from yours, Allyson. Hers seems to be about her inability to cope in realtime. Yours are about how the online community nourishes and enhances and occasionally infuriates.
Apples and oranges.
As usual, I don't understand what's annoying.
Or what implies that she's unable to cope in realtime.
Just seems like she uses the net for her vibrator or something.
"I'm great, right? Still love me?"
And this is where you'll be polite and pretend not to remember my e-mail folder of compliments.
That's different, erika. That's you-the-writer, not you-the-person (fine as the distinction may be). She's looking for validation as a person from what she's portraying as deeply shallow relationships.