((((Emily)))
'Origin'
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.
Well, it's been a bit exhausting, I'll admit. Really thought I was going to start crying at the wedding, and -- promise you won't judge me for being really really petty and small?
Oh Emily, I'm so sorry for your loss. You poor sweetie. Facing all that on travel+exhaustion can't be helping at all.
Oh! Be petty and small! We won't judge you.
If I did the lightning bolt would kill me, Emily. That's why I laugh when people think I'm close to God.
Well, during the toasts his little brother said they'd "never seen [the groom] as happy as he's been with [the bride]." And I was all -- oof. I mean, totally ridiculous and god, could I be more self-centered? But hey, he was pretty happy with me! Not, mind you, happy enough to move in with me, and I'm not saying he should have married me, certainly, but... grumble.
You're travel-tired and you've had two gut-punches in one weekend. Not petty and small, not a bit.
{{{Emily}}}
Pffffft. That's not petty and small. I am judging you as silly right now, for thinking there was any danger at all that we'd find that petty and small. That is completely normal (and I bet you're right, too). PFfffft I say. Pfffffft.
And I really really like his -- mph -- wife, so it's not like I'm all, "she's not good enough!" or anything. Still kind of smarts. Like a band-aid, or something.
Okay, enough of the Emily Misery Hour. Thanks! Really hoping my life could get a bit more even-keeled now. Please?