Ok. My mom's gonna talk me through it, I think. I'm gonna go. I'll talk to you guys when I get there.
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Best of luck.
You're going back to the same place -- why can't you mingle freely?
Because I HATE PARTIES. HATE HATE HATE.
love to you, vw. talk to you on the flip side.
Mucho punctuation, vw.
(((vw)))
I was going to suggest someone might be able to walk with you or talk you through it, and I'm glad your mom is up to it. I hope things look better once you're at your desk.
Because I HATE PARTIES. HATE HATE HATE.
Then why go?
I'll cling to my chair or my partner if I don't know anyone. It's good for us to mingle. Breaks up the freaky hivemind thing a bit.
I have mentioned that, instead of just finishing each other's sentences, we're actually saying the same damn thing at the same time on a regular basis, where what we're saying involves actual complex thought and not just a reaction to surroundings or a joke about the Ohm, right? And that it's kind of creepy, in the "we need to get out more" way?
I was going to suggest someone might be able to walk with you or talk you through it, and I'm glad your mom is up to it. I hope things look better once you're at your desk.
Mom wasn't really up to it, actually. She yelled at me, which actually made things worse for a bit. But, I'm here now. Hopefully I'll make it through, as I just saw what at least my mother will be like if I quit. Let's just put it this way, her reaction was much like that of when I first told her I had sex.
Wow, you told your mother you had sex? As far as my mom knows, I never have.
Wow, you told your mother you had sex? As far as my mom knows, I never have.
Well, it wasn't really my choice. It's this long, complicated story...