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.
cereal:
Today I am SO AGGRAVATED. I don't know why, but I hate people so much. I think it started with getting an email from my engineering uncle who is obsessed - OBSESSED- with getting my 90 year old grandmother all connected to the online universe. He stresses her out about it, and now, since we're trying to help her a LOT less dogmatically, he's stressing Tom and I out with many "suggestions." reading that email made my ITCH with anxiety. Also, we have a few conferences coming up, which are all small and manageable, but one client is just bugging out about every little thing at the last minute and makes me roll my eyes FOREVER. Also my standard living in the world and hating pretty much everyone in it thing.
I hate being so misanthropic, but really, people as a whole. They suck!
(exempting the many Buffistas who are the exceptions that prove that rule)
siiiigh. I'm in a weird mood today.
Sorry. Didn't mean to be insensitive.
Doll, you're not. All good. I like making you bounce. ;)
Morning, all. Again, thanks for the ~ma.
I'm sorry about the job sitch, Anne.
I hate being so misanthropic, but really, people as a whole. They suck!
They do, indeed.
morning, juliana. How are you doing today?
I'm here. I'm maintaining, for the moment. Thanks, sweetie.
My maintainingness has been helped immeasurably by this song being called to my attention. It is Teh Funny.
I hate being so misanthropic, but really, people as a whole. They suck!
I used this exact argument for why I could look at the casts of the bodies from Pompei and not freak out.
t /callous
juliana, that song is KILLING ME DED.
Still thinking good, healing thoughts for you and Z, and will do so for as long as you need them. It's just... damn. The two of you already went through the trauma of love and falling-apart and the sundering of the bond between you, and yet something pulled you back together and healed it and brought it back to life. He has to know how strange and improbable that is, what a gift it is and what a gift you are. I'm vibing so hard for him to pull himself out of whatever is sinking that part of him, and remember the immeasurable value of you.
There are spare couches, tea and tissues and sympathy, and theater communities aplenty in San Francisco waiting to receive you if you need them, but we all hope you never do.
How much do I love "Pop Goes Cthulhu"? Thiiiis much.
Very pretty shiny bouncy new hair, vw. And good for you for being at work.
Ease-ma for Anne's hip, and also good news from the world of careers--the perfect job with a stimulating but not overpowering amount of stress and challenge, with a salary more than commensurate to her talent.
More hugs and coping vibes to juliana.
And Nora, my world would be a much more pleasant place without the asshats in it.
So because of things popping up at work, I missed my first class yesterday. Which was too bad, because we'd taken a test on Tuesday, but okay. Last night I went to look up what homework is due this coming Tuesday... and it turns out we had homework due yesterday. Ooops.
But... we never have homework due on Thursday! And he didn't say anything on Tuesday! I can't be the only one who didn't do it, right?
I am trying to decide if I want to admit I am awake enough to get out of my nice warm bed to make coffee.
It's a wee bit of a dilemma.
