As long as you didn't make a fool of yourself, Gris.
Spike's Bitches 25 to Life
[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.
Oi.
So I just made a total scene when my mom's friend came for Cat. I had to dig her out from under the bed because she figured something was up, and then hung on to me for dear life. I really REALLY wanted to be a grown-up about it, but it was like I was bawling before I even had a choice. She was really good and got right into the carrier and everything. My mom's friend felt awful- I don't think she expected me to be all super-emotional, but I STILL can't stop crying and I feel like a fucking jackass.
Then my mom waited until after she left and got all quiet and asked if I hated her now, which of course made it even worse.
Someone tell me I'm stupid for being such a wuss and I'll stop. For seriously. (Also, sorry for the mememe.)
Doesn't the "mortification" pretty much imply that of course I did?
KILL IT KILL IT KILL IT!!!
You're going to make Trudy cry.
Aww. Separating from petlings is so hard, Lilty. I'm sorry.
Doesn't the "mortification" pretty much imply that of course I did?
Yeah, I was just practicing my backhand by tossing a little salt in the wound.
KILL IT KILL IT KILL IT!!!
GC and Trudy will be so jealous! (Or sickened, could go either way I guess).
{{vw & Toto, & Fate-Temptress Calli}}
Yay for ChiKat & Jars!
I'd give more details, but the pain is too fresh.
I'm so intrigued right now.
But respecting your space. No, really.
{{Lilty}} Totally understandable, Hon.
Drunken people should not be allowed access to email. This is the conclusion of my mortification after worriedly checking my "Sent Mail" folder this morning.Oof. So sorry...
I had free pizza, cake and then a problem with a project that wasn't neccessarily my fault but the catching of it should have been. Bother. The cake was good at least.
ah, I was just practicing my backhand by tossing a little salt in the wound.
You're so sweet. I cherish it.
I'm so intrigued right now.
Heh. Don't give it more thought than it deserves. My life often plays out like a high school drama (I blame the TV I watch, the movies I love, and the books I devour) and this is the type of thing that would come straight out of a bad one. 'S not like I sent a threatening message to the head of the FBI or something.