Gosh, David, he said he doesn't like telling *blatant* lies. That might be something that isn't part of your moral code, but it hardly qualifies as rigid and simplistic, or adolescent.

His definition of a blatant lie is part of what I find rigid and simplistic and also prideful. Any equivocation or dissembling is a blatant lie. It's not responsive to how people interact, and is more concerned with defining himself. And that's the part that I also think is adolescent; thrashing around like a teenager yelping "it's not fair" is - to my mind - a protest of powerlessness (which is the irritating thing because he has more power and agency to deal with this issue than he's willing to take) and a complaint that people don't deal with him on his terms (in the exciting world of blunt object truths).

I'm sorry, P-C, I know that's harsh. But that's as blatantly truthful as I can be on the matter.

You have the power to establish boundaries with your parents. That is your responsibility as an adult. Quit bitching that the boundaries aren't there. You have to create them. Everybody does. That is one of your primary tasks as an adult.

Laura! Thank goodness. Although I feel awful for her family despite no Buffista linkage.

Any equivocation or dissembling is a blatant lie.

I don't believe he said that.

We picked them from a bunch of different types of trees, so there is a mix of macintosh, gala, and a couple other varieties that I cannot remember at the moment.

APPLE BUTTER! Do you have a crock pot?

Hee. Last night, I was going to post a "Jesus Christ, all I do is fucking COMPLAIN in Bitches anymore; I swear I am just going to post porn from now on" but then I went to bed.

Sometimes I think I, er, bitch too much in Bitches and don't offer enough support, and I feel bad. But my brain likes tangents and I tend to be either "Grrr! This is what I am worried about right now and I have to get it out!" and/or "Oh, gosh, (this) is happening to X, Y, and Z -- here's my advice and I hope you ar -- oh, look, tinfoil! SHINY!"

It doesn't make me a bad or a good person -- it's just what it is. I try to be my best. Sometime, FAIL.

Anyway, it's raining here, parents are weird, talking to people can be fraught, caffiene is a win, growing up sucks sometimes and sex is awesome.

I was going to post a "Jesus Christ, all I do is fucking COMPLAIN in Bitches anymore; I swear I am just going to post porn from now on" but then I went to bed.

go porn! choose porn!

Yeah, that is still incredibly sad. I missed Alan Grayson on Kos yesterday. Which is a little sad, but at least I didn't post "Dude, I mean, sir: You are the funniest-looking person I ever wanted to lick all over. Well, okay, except for that thirty seconds at the Oscars when I fancied Michael Moore. Don't worry, I'm over that. P.S. You are now a millionaire...it's okay to wear clothes that match. xxoo

go porn! choose porn!

I AM! PORN I CHOOSE YOU! LET'S GET IT ON!

I am going to put Barry White on a contstant replay for the next week of my job hunt. SEXY LADY ADJUNCT!

I was going to post a "Jesus Christ, all I do is fucking COMPLAIN in Bitches anymore; I swear I am just going to post porn from now on" but then I went to bed.

Heh. All I do is complain, or post clicky-links of shoes. Go porn, choose porn!

I vote for porn, too! Porn makes everything better.

I second apple butter, too!

Hmmm, nothing original to say, today. That's okay, seconding is a well-respected activity on this board.