t joins Cass in happy dance
Spike's Bitches 30: Going on Thirteen
[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.
dance , dance , dance
it will help Hil pass too.
What are you talking about Sparky? The evening of June 7th, baybee!
::writes "PARTY!" on calendar for June 7, adds "CONTINUTED" to June 8::
Silly me.
::writes "PARTY!" on calendar for June 7, adds "CONTINUTED" to June 8::
Totally.
so my neighbor just came over - the one that cuts and dyes my hair - she just passed her test for her comotology license -- she was bouncing around and jumping up and down. This was her second tiem takeing the practical exam ( she passed the written with high marks the first time) - 5 out of the 7 students in the room , failed.
You know what I hate about the lead-in to the monthly Communist Invasion? It's the bouts of raging paranoia that come with it. It's like "going to the garden to eat worms" PLUS. I know it's all chemical, but I still feel like an awful person, like people are talking about me behind my back, that when people say nice things, they're only being polite, etc. I know it's completely irrational (well, mostly completely), but that still doesn't help all that much. I need to be careful not to talk to people one-on-one at times like this, or I'll start whining things like "do you still love me?" or "do you hate me?" and no one likes that kind of thing.
(off to take some Premsyn)
but I still feel like an awful person, like people are talking about me behind my back,
Well, they are, but it's mostly "I wish my hair was as shiny as Anne's!"
that when people say nice things, they're only being polite
Polite but jealous.
I am so there, Anne.
Sincerely,
Crampy McParanoiapants
It's the bouts of raging paranoia
Heh. My friend Alexia and I have been known to call each other and start the conversation with "Tell me I'm crazy." The usual response is "You're crazy. I'm not mad at you, it's just hormones."
Sometimes the response is "You're crazy. Oh, is THAT why I've been wanting to cry or kill people or both?"
Edited to remove a "not". In these cases, crazy = good.
I can top this. Don't even need the hormones to do it. I secretly believe every time people don't call me back it's cause they don't have the stones to tell me I'm boring and/or a jerk.