Oh, man, Gris, I'm so sorry. Did you have any warning or chance to brace yourself, or was it completely out of the blue. Also, what is up with NYC girls being stupid to our boyistas this weekend? ::glares eastward::
Spike's Bitches 38: Well, This Is Just...Neat.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
The girl I like told me she can't see me any more. A fine ending to a day that consisted of nothing but being very hung-over.Drat. I am sorry, Gris.
I am jittery and twitchy.
I'm sorry, Gris. That sucks.
Oh Gris, I'm sorry.
{{{vw}}} Sorry you had to go to the ER.
Cass, you okay? Would a glass of wine help?
{{Gris}} and {{vw}}
Why oh why am I so stuck on the Dallas Cowboys Cheerleaders show on CMT?
Cass, you okay? Would a glass of wine help?It'd be awesome but I likely have to drive later.
I had some warning. It has to do with her not being ready for a relationship and blahdy blah blah commitment-issues-cakes. I am not made for the casual dating thing - when I like a girl and she likes me back, I want her to be my girlfriend. She can't do that, so she said it was best to just end it. I figured it had to be coming, but I held out hope.
It's annoying, because I can't even imagine putting myself out there if I was completely against the idea of a relationship. What's the point?
My head STILL hurts. Worst. Hangover. Ever. And I haven't lesson planned for tomorrow at all.
{{{gris}}} {{{vw}}}
Yay for great parties, Suzi!
Doggie~ma for Darcy, Laura.
Quick healing ~ma to Darcy. Dogs are so incredibly resilient, Laura, may Darcy do her kind proud with the getting well.
Aw, Gris. So sorry. And, still, I hope it is good that she was honest with you. Better that than not being 'in it' the way you wanted to be. This must mean the right one is on the way. May it be so.
Bonny, I'm sending lots of good vibes your way. Patience for the situation and healing for your foster-mom.
Thanks Wind. Patience is needed all around. More tests tomorrow. Maybe we'll know more.
The girl I like told me she can't see me any more. A fine ending to a day that consisted of nothing but being very hung-over.
I'm sorry, Gris! You rock, and clearly the right girl is out there somewhere for you. Stupid girls. I'm still bitter at them, myself.
Also bitter at the whole "didn't get home from work trip until 9pm Saturday night" thing. Even if I did get an extra hour in teh weekend.
But I did a bunch of unpacking, and put together one of my three new bookshelves, and am doing laundry. So what if I haven't done enough laundry, put together the other bookshelves, or made real food (instead I'm eating salsa and chips. And beer). Who cares?