'Out Of Gas'
[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.
it's weird because I feel like I should be feeling vindicated right now, like everytime my sister says, "I don't deserve you guys" about me and Mom I should be thinking, "that's right: you don't."
Instead I'm feeling so horrible for her. I'd give anything to be able to take away her pain and embarassment. I'm very relieved that I don't have to pretend anymore but I don't feel a smidge of 'I told you so'.
That's because you wanted her away from him because it was a bad situation for her, not to prove some point, or act superior and condecending.
In other words, you are a caring, loving sister.
In other words, you are a caring, loving sister.
Bears repeating.
oh also I want to find the guy and bash his head in
Someday, Laga, in a dark alley, he'll turn a corner and find a bevy of Bitches waiting for him. Then it will all become right.
Well sure. There's that part of being a loving caring sister too.
A few years ago, my sister had a seemingly amicable break up with a guy I really got along with. After he came to play a club here in town and called to see if we wanted to come up, so we did.
After, when I saw my sister at Christmas, I told her we'd gone to see him. That's when she told me the real reason they broke up was that he'd been cheating on her.
Her: It's no big deal though. I know he always really, really wanted to play that club, so it's really cool that he's fulfilled that goal.
Me: So I guess now, he can just die then.
Oh, Laga, that is awful! I'm so sorry.
Also, I can't help just laughing and laughing a the image of Emily chaperoning prom. I'm a mean ex-roommate, apparently.
Also, Toto was very helpful at study day: [link]
And in YAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAY news! I have a complete draft of my thesis that I am really pleased with and comfortable about. I'm just waiting for the ok from my adviser, and then the last two sections go to the proofreader.
I feel the need to point out that my thesis isn't actually due for 3 days, 15 hours, 22 minutes, and 30 seconds. I'm so ahead of the game, I can't even believe it. I'm good. Who knew I had this in me?
I have a complete draft of my thesis that I am really pleased with and comfortable about.
Woohoo!
You know what's the best part? I proved my thesis. They said I couldn't do it, and by golly I did it!
I proved my thesis. They said I couldn't do it, and by golly I did it!
Woot! Go you, with your thesis-proving self!