A ghost? What's the deal? Is every frat on this campus haunted? And if so, why do people keep coming to these parties, cause it's not the snacks.

Xander ,'Dirty Girls'


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.


tommyrot - Oct 11, 2005 11:29:02 am PDT #7819 of 10001
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.

I'm OK with going to a ball game with tens of thousands of people because I adopt a "I'll leave you alone if you leave me alone" strategy. When someone I don't know talks to me anyway, it makes me uncomfortable.


Atropa - Oct 11, 2005 11:29:24 am PDT #7820 of 10001
The artist formerly associated with cupcakes.

CBT

?

Not what you think. (Or, okay, not what *I* thought, at first.)

Bwah-ha-ha-ha-ha!


juliana - Oct 11, 2005 11:30:00 am PDT #7821 of 10001
I’d be lying if I didn’t say that I miss them all tonight…

Not what you think. (Or, okay, not what *I* thought, at first.)

@@

Thhhhhpt.


Aims - Oct 11, 2005 11:30:33 am PDT #7822 of 10001
Shit's all sorts of different now.

When someone I don't know talks to me anyway, it makes me uncomfortable.

I'm fine with this because I usually steal the conversation.

All the jokes I used to make about me being like Forrest Gump ("Sit next to me long enough, I tell you my life story.") aren't so funny anymore.


Steph L. - Oct 11, 2005 11:30:40 am PDT #7823 of 10001
I look more rad than Lutheranism

When someone I don't know talks to me anyway, it makes me uncomfortable.

Dude, that's a normal reaction.

So say I, the Teppish Curmudgeon.

Not what you think. (Or, okay, not what *I* thought, at first.)

Bwah-ha-ha-ha-ha!

Hey, that's where my brain went. Quiet, you!


Rick - Oct 11, 2005 11:30:59 am PDT #7824 of 10001

Buffistas need to stop scaring themselves with unvalidated internet tests. You go to a therapist if you have persistent feelings of sadness, anxiety, or anger that cause you significant distress. You go to a therapist if you have symptoms that interfere with your ability to maintain strong, satisfying social relationships or your ability to make a living. You don’t go to a therapist because you turn out to be different from the average American. For that, you need only rejoice.


Susan W. - Oct 11, 2005 11:31:58 am PDT #7825 of 10001
Good Trouble and Righteous Fights

I'm better at a ball game with tens of thousands of people than I am on a crowded bus or elevator.

Of course, all my claustrophobia I owe to an actual near-trample experience, so I don't think that counts toward Asperger's one way or the other.


dw - Oct 11, 2005 11:35:05 am PDT #7826 of 10001
Silence means security silence means approval

Buffistas need to stop scaring themselves with unvalidated internet tests. You go to a therapist if you have persistent feelings of sadness, anxiety, or anger that cause you significant distress. You go to a therapist if you have symptoms that interfere with your ability to maintain strong, satisfying social relationships or your ability to make a living. You don’t go to a therapist because you turn out to be different from the average American. For that, you need only rejoice.

By law, aren't you supposed to list the side effects of being different from the mainstream when you make a statement like this?


tommyrot - Oct 11, 2005 11:37:39 am PDT #7827 of 10001
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.

By law, aren't you supposed to list the side effects of being different from the mainstream when you make a statement like this?

Such as, "Alcohol may intensify this effect"?


Susan W. - Oct 11, 2005 11:40:50 am PDT #7828 of 10001
Good Trouble and Righteous Fights

Eep.

I just put a thank-you letter in the mailbox for one of the editors participating in our conference, in which I said that I'd get the full manuscript she'd requested in the mail to her as soon as I finished my current editing pass, and no later than Nov. 15.

That's five weeks from today.

I also promised myself I'd mail my three-chapter partial (because my first three chapters have already been hacked up in the editing process) no later than Friday to the agent who requested it.

My work is going to be out in the world again.

Eep.

t teeters between fear of failure and fear of success