Ethan Rayne ,'Potential'
[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.
Oh, yay! I'm so glad JZ got her package. Hope she likes.
Had a VERY long day out where really nothing went as planned, but nothing really went badly either. I'm just exhausted.
And, mom thinks I should take the weekend off and quilt. She said my eyes looked like I needed some relaxing.
I love my mom.
Joe had to call his mom's bluff and that one. She threatened to not come to the wedding and he said "Fine. Don't come. You'll never see any grandchildren if you don't."
She came. And she's never threatened that shit again.
I don't even know if that would work because my mom would just assume any grandchildren would be the progeny of one of those goddamn non-Indians who are inferior beings and not worth commingling with.
Oh I wasn't saying you should say that, just giving you the example of what Joe did. Tell you rmom, no, I don't want to be part of the family. Stop calling me.
Also, was your mom one of the popular girls at my high school that thought the same thing of me? Just wondering.
I have no clue.
I was being a smart ass, love. I don't think that I am any where near your mom's age, silly.
I thought you were asking a general question.
Also, it's not fun to listen to your mom cry and not be able to say anything that would make her stop.
I just did a computer lab orientation for some of our first year students. Some fellow who sat in the front row and took lots of notes asked me questions about final exams. Dude, chill! Your classes don't even start until Monday.
I was told that I was ashamed of my family and liked my friends better, and, fuck yeah, I like my friends better, but she totally made up the ashamed shit, despite her claims to the contrary. Then I got the old "Unless you don't want to be part of the family" bit.If you can (and it's difficult and might not be right for you), this isn't a bad time to say, "I have never said anything like that mom, and I'm not going to listen to it. Please change the subject, or let's end the phone call, now."
And then a whole rant about how I don't associate with Indians and I should stop with all the Americans and make some Indian friends because, believe it or not, Indians are smart too, which pissed me the fuck off because I hate that just because I'm not actively pursuing Indian friendships means I'm actively avoiding them.This is begging for a, "Then why didn't you bring me up in India, instead of America," but I'm sure that wouldn't be productive, so don't, but still? Begging.
Sorry that I feel uncomfortable going to giant Indian functions with HUNDREDS OF PEOPLE I DON'T KNOW WHO ALL ALREADY KNOW EACH OTHER AND WHY WOULD THEY WANT TO KNOW ME?Ugh. That's my idea of hell (regardless of ethnicity). It's the HUNDREDS that already have me in fight or flight mode. Uckity uck uck.
I'm so sorry, P-C. The next time, you should stack the cats while you talk to her: [link]
Also, it's not fun to listen to your mom cry and not be able to say anything that would make her stop.
I can imagine it's not, sweetpea. I'm sorry.