SHE DID NOT.
Xander ,'Same Time, Same Place'
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.
Aw, Em's the best girl...
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My sister just called me. I went from annoyed that she called late to just happily jabbering for about ten minutes. Huh. Family weird. One of the twins-to-be is a boy so I get a nephlet and a _let of indeterminent origin.
ION, I am a weepy mess. I am totally going to blame hormones and DMIs.
Deleting bad and stupid show that is making me cry right now. Right now. Right about now. As in, yes, I will delete and not watch again.
I hate feeling like this. I am hella emotional and despairing in the twilight of memories. I don't like being emotional. I blame the tv. I blame the tv a whole lot.
(((Cass!)))
What the devil? Which TV show did this to you?
I might be too chagrined to admit the actual show... There was bad tv ending (make it a series finale and I am as putty in your bad writing hands with the emotional bits) and my tv watched it for me and I got sucked into the whole drama.
I was whelmed with the *DMIs
*During Menstrual Ickies
I am giving up on the whole today thing and try to sleep. Not that I am sleepy, but I think tomorrow might be better. And less meloncholy. Also it is technically tomorrow so I should be asleep, technically.
Though I got my haircut today so it is cute and smells all Aveda and yummy.
I am an ass that a stupid show can push my life buttons this way. I really ought to get over such things. I have tea and yet I am still a sniveling mess... It's sad. Just that I am hella ThinkyTooMuchBrainGirl tonight.
OH MY FUCKING GOD I AM A TOTAL UTTER FUCKING FUCKWIT FROM THE PLANET FUCKTARD AND I DON'T DESERVE TO FUCKING BREATHE!!!!!
Today is June 7th.
My mother's birthday is....
....June 1st.
bangs head on desk for ever and ever and ever and ever.
So. Totally. Fucked. Up.
And yes, she will forgive me, and will not be Emotional Blackmail Woman. And that really, REALLY is not the point.
I am 32 years old. Her birthday is on the same frigging day EVERY FUCKING YEAR. How can I possibly have forgotten it?
t utter and entirely merited self contempt.
And I only REALISE THIS because my little sister has emailed me to mention it. A week after the event. And it is NOT her job to remind me of my parents' birthdays Every. Fucking. Time. Because of the part where I am a grownup.
My God. Shame on me. Shame on me. Shame on me.
Only apparently it IS her job, because, see, I DID FORGET THE ONE TIME SHE DIDN'T REMIND ME.
Sorry. Sorry. No more cereal. Just - I am so deeply disappointed in myself, and I can't do a fucking thing to undo it, and I'm just CRINGING at the prospect of trying to make it up to her A WEEK AFTER THE EVENT.
Shame on me.
Oh, Fay...
Yikes?
Glad that she will forgive. And, from what I know, you love and adore her and think that she is many kinds of wonderful, so she will obviously forgive you...
Makes my weepy over the stupid Everwood show seem kinda dumb. As did my stupid watching the end of the show actually.
Send a lovely note and maybe some flowers?