I like the flavor of uni.
Most people is pretty quiet right about now. Me, I see a stiff -- one I didn't have to kill myself -- I just get, the urge to, you know, do stuff. Like work out, run around, maybe get some trim if there's a willin' woman about... not that I get flush from corpses or anything. I ain't crazy.
Jayne ,'The Message'
Natter 42, the Universe, and Everything
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, flaming otters, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Matt the Bruins fan - Jan 18, 2006 3:31:12 pm PST #1211 of 10002
"I remember when they eventually introduced that drug kingpin who murdered people and smuggled drugs inside snakes and I was like 'Finally. A normal person.'” —RahvinDragand
§ ita § - Jan 18, 2006 3:31:27 pm PST #1212 of 10002
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
And you ORDERED THIS? Not under duress?!
Yeah, the rest of the group was surprised too. But it worked out okay, especially because I only had to eat one of them.
especially since you didn't even finish it at the Hump
Perhaps there was a slight machisma attack. I am that girl.
The kindest spin to put on the voicemail I just received is that apparently I'll calm down and not object to what he did. Sure, I'll calm down. Won't change my essential opinion, though. Just the electricity in my response.
Allyson - Jan 18, 2006 3:32:18 pm PST #1213 of 10002
Wait, is this real-world child support, where the money goes to buy food for the kids, or MRA fantasyland child support where the women just buy Ferraris and cocaine? -Jessica
I just listened to the message, and yes. I needed you as filter. Royally pissed still. More pissed, even.
I have drafted a letter to him in my head. I shall write it down and keep it safe.
It begins, "Dear Pus Stain,"
...however, you are free to change that.
Lee - Jan 18, 2006 3:32:41 pm PST #1214 of 10002
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
The kindest spin to put on the voicemail I just received is that apparently I'll calm down and not object to what he did.
Fuck that noise.
amych - Jan 18, 2006 3:33:16 pm PST #1215 of 10002
Now let us crush something soft and watch it fountain blood. That is a girlish thing to want to do, yes?
I'll calm down and not object to what he did.
So his whole treating you like you're not an actual adult problem hasn't gone anywhere. Hmmph.
Allyson - Jan 18, 2006 3:34:38 pm PST #1216 of 10002
Wait, is this real-world child support, where the money goes to buy food for the kids, or MRA fantasyland child support where the women just buy Ferraris and cocaine? -Jessica
apparently I'll calm down
Okay. I'm revising the letter. It was much too polite, and I need to fully make him piss ice for the arrogance of that.
Perhaps you'll have his license to practice revoked, and he'll calm down and not object to it. I mean, he didn't mind doing it to you, right?
sarameg - Jan 18, 2006 3:37:32 pm PST #1217 of 10002
You know what? You don't need to spin it right now. He violated your privacy in a really horrible manner, it doesn't matter his the flavor of his intentions. You can worry about that later, should you want to. Until he can understand what he did was wrong, he ought to get no leeway in trying to fix anything.
§ ita § - Jan 18, 2006 3:41:16 pm PST #1218 of 10002
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
So his whole treating you like you're not an actual adult problem hasn't gone anywhere.
I started to type more details of the message, and it's making my eyes cross. Short version, no not adult yet, it seems.
he ought to get no leeway in trying to fix anything
Oh, but he's not trying to fix anything. He's already done the right thing, and eventually I'll accept that.
Ah, well. I have a call in to the head instructor. I'll prep him for the neurologist call. I want to plant some seeds ahead of time.
sarameg - Jan 18, 2006 3:43:35 pm PST #1219 of 10002
He's trying to repair a relationship, or whatever.
edited to not sound dismissive.
Lee - Jan 18, 2006 3:49:19 pm PST #1220 of 10002
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
He's trying to repair a relationship, whatever.
Except for the part where he wasn't acting as a friend, he was using his semi-medical status and information he got during treatment without your permission.
Wanker.