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Spike's Bitches 26: Damn right I'm impure!  

[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.


Nora Deirdre - Sep 09, 2005 10:08:49 am PDT #1965 of 10001
I’m responsible for my own happiness? I can’t even be responsible for my own breakfast! (Bojack Horseman)

What's funny and sometimes maddening is that Tom's dr. won't give him a vasectomy and mine won't give me an IUD because we're too young and those are options for "families." i.e., people with children.

Ah, well, the Nuva ring works fine, and is covered by insurance. I'd buy it full price anyway (and have).


erikaj - Sep 09, 2005 10:09:43 am PDT #1966 of 10001
Always Anti-fascist!

I'm still not sure. Coffee first, maybe? :) Although I'm thinking at this rate, probably not. Could happen, I suppose.


Nora Deirdre - Sep 09, 2005 10:10:43 am PDT #1967 of 10001
I’m responsible for my own happiness? I can’t even be responsible for my own breakfast! (Bojack Horseman)

"crotch droppings"

That's just foul. Why do people suck? If I were them growing up I'd have hated children too. If that makes sense. Which it doesn't, really.

I don't get the child hate at all. Jeez, you don't even have the stress of raising kids, why are you raising you blood pressure over every little thing ANYWAY??


Atropa - Sep 09, 2005 10:12:49 am PDT #1968 of 10001
The artist formerly associated with cupcakes.

"crotch droppings"

gnnnng. I had to ask someone not to use that term in my presence. And they didn't get WHY I might not approve of it. "But you don't want kids! Why should you care what I call them?!"


vw bug - Sep 09, 2005 10:13:05 am PDT #1969 of 10001
Mostly lurking...

I need some help. I'm suddenly not doing well. I have meds to go pick up, and I'm scared. And Emily's not answering the phone. And I'm by myself.


P.M. Marc - Sep 09, 2005 10:13:34 am PDT #1970 of 10001
So come, my friends, be not afraid/We are so lightly here/It is in love that we are made; In love we disappear

I don't get the child hate at all. Jeez, you don't even have the stress of raising kids, why are you raising you blood pressure over every little thing ANYWAY??

I think it's because those people are actually selfish little children and hate the competition.

Nora, can you find a doc who specializes in painful periods and is willing to use the Mirena as a treatment? (My OB does and will, as I learned when getting mine.)

Oh, and yes, still loving the thing.


§ ita § - Sep 09, 2005 10:13:35 am PDT #1971 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.

They could have named me Xenophobia Douchette - I wasn't getting beat up in school. There are better targets than the kid organising bare knuckle boxing, and who bitchslapped the most popular guy in the year. Still, it was different, I was teased, but unlike my sister, I'd never have let the name go. And she's just as fiercely possessive of her name now - it took her a while to grow into the love (plus her nursery rhyme tease was more annoying).


ChiKat - Sep 09, 2005 10:13:46 am PDT #1972 of 10001
That man was going to shank me. Over an omelette. Two eggs and a slice of government cheese. Is that what my life is worth?

I don't hate kids. I'm not fond of groups of kids because they can be overwhelming. I love my nieces/nephews, but even all of them together (I now have 8 of them) can be too much at times.

My mom has only ever made one comment to me about having kids and that was last fall. She said, "It's strange that you've never wanted kids and yet all your nieces and nephews just love you to pieces."

I said, "Of course they do. I'm the fun aunt who plays with them and feeds them cake for breakfast. What's not to love?"


sj - Sep 09, 2005 10:14:02 am PDT #1973 of 10001
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."

What do you need, vw?


Nora Deirdre - Sep 09, 2005 10:14:10 am PDT #1974 of 10001
I’m responsible for my own happiness? I can’t even be responsible for my own breakfast! (Bojack Horseman)

where do you need to go to get the meds, vw?