You're overthinking this, Beej. The simple analysis is: Your friend is a poopyhead. And pats to poor Bartleby.
Spike's Bitches 24: I'm Very Seldom Naughty.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Aw, thanks Bev. I'm chuckling at the sweetness.
And I'll deliver the kisses when the Bboy wakes up. He seems to be dreaming about something that involves vibrating a lot and making zombie eyes (opening them without really openning them).
The putzness on my part comes from knowing full well that this friend can be a selfish git. Can't blame someone for continuing to exhibit behavior I've seen before. One could argue that I shouldn't have to accommodate for this...common decency and all...but hey, if she doesn't respect me, she doesn't. It's incumbent on me to protect my own boundaries...like not doing her favors or relying on her.
Shrug.
eta: And Ginger. Right in one on the overthinking!
Sloth won over vacuuming.
I am watching Chocolat and loving it less than the book. But I only just started watching. It does make me want some chocolate, however. Still waiting for Johnny Depp to show up. We'll see if it makes me also want some Johnny Depp.
So Johnny Depp with/in chocolate would make you happier, too?
How about him playing a chocolatier?
Johnny Depp dipped in a very dark, slightly bitter chocolate would make me so amazingly happy.
What can I say? I'm predictable.
{{{Beej}}}
Back from watching re-enactors, whose guns I got to handle a bit, but NSM play with. (Oh well.) However, I learned a lot, and I'm going to go back and add in some smell/touch/sound details to my skirmish scenes that weren't there before. And I can now actually picture how a flintlock firing mechanism worked--still pictures in books with text explanations weren't doing it for me.
You WILL want Johnny Depp after seeing him, I promise you. Also many of Juliette Binoche's dresses.
Oooh! I have Chocolat on dvd. Just sitting there, smiling demurely at me. Also? Under the Tuscan Sun. Chickflickfest, ahoy! Who's got the popcorn?
You know, Johnny Depp plus chocolate does NOT EVER equal Willy Wonka. Johnny Depp plus chocolate ALWAYS equals Chocolat. Mmm.
You WILL want Johnny Depp after seeing him, I promise you.I do... And, my, the dresses were quite lovely too. My life needs a costumer.
Damn movie made me sniffly at the end. Even when Pontouf hopped off... It was very different than the book, for me, but I enjoyed it.
Johnny Depp plus chocolateJohnny Depp + chocolate = nummmmmmmy...
Johnny Depp + air = nummmmmmmy...