You know what makes thoughtful comment-writing difficult? Really loud traditional Mexican folk music. The neighbors are having a huge party, and ZOMG the tuba is killing me. As is the DJ.
Spike's Bitches 42: Which question do you want me to answer first?
[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.
Is there someplace else you can go, Kristin? Can you listen to white noise over headphones? Sequester yourself in the bathroom with the shower running?
holy cow. Mom just emailed that my sister with the alchoholic boyfriend is dead to her. I have no idea what just happened but it had something to do with a conversation between sister, boyfriend and other sister. I feel like I'm gonna puke.
Oh Laga. I'm so sorry.
Laga - that's terrible.
oh my god it is horrible. I just found out the reason. I'm afraid I agree with my mother on this one. I don't ever want to see my sister again unless it is in a therapist's office.
We are Buffistas; we are all labels and none, we are, and ever seem to be, a collection of eclectic alliances and rugged individuals, a group, but not a herd.
We are us.
That's fucking beautiful.
Laga, I'm sorry. That sounds awful.
Laura, next time, ask. DH and I have decided that when the kids get a little older, our holiday focus is going to be Halloween. We will plan all year for it and throw a kick ass party.
I'm sorry this is happening, Laga. I wish there were words to make it better. Watching someone you love repeated make self-destructive decisions is so, so hard.
DH and I have decided that when the kids get a little older, our holiday focus is going to be Halloween. We will plan all year for it and throw a kick ass party.
I saw the Batman and Robin costumes. Delightful!
Laga, I'm sorry for the family drama.
I just wrote an extremely hard e-mail to my dad and ended up letting a bit too much of my personal pity party into it - which really won't help the situation. I know better than to write and hit send without sitting and rereading. Crap. Now with the tears.