Cash, ~ma for the hospital going.
I got stupid. The money was too good.
Jayne ,'Objects In Space'
Spike's Bitches 45: That sure as hell wasn't in the brochure.
[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.
WindSparrow - Nov 19, 2009 5:09:25 am PST #1019 of 30000
Love is stronger than death and harder than sorrow. Those who practice it are fierce like the light of stars traveling eons to pierce the night.
Vortex - Nov 19, 2009 5:23:53 am PST #1020 of 30000
"Cry havoc and let slip the boobs of war!" -- Miracleman
Ugh, Aims that's annoying. I don't put up with that. I would have told the husband that it was none of his fucking business and if J had a problem, she should talk to me directly. And no, that isn't a paraphrase, that's a direct quote.
DCJensen - Nov 19, 2009 5:30:14 am PST #1021 of 30000
All is well that ends in pizza.
Weird. It's now 10:40 pm, pitch black, and I can hear a flock of parrots (lorikeets, I think) flying through my neighbourhood. This is not normal behaviour.
Indeed not! at 10:40 pm you should be in bed.
t notes to self: move parakeet pass-through to a later time frame.
billytea - Nov 19, 2009 5:43:54 am PST #1022 of 30000
You were a wrong baby who grew up wrong. The wrong kind of wrong. It's better you hear it from a friend.
Indeed not! at 10:40 pm you should be in bed.
Yeah, it's now 2:40 am and bed? Not so much. (Last exam on Wednesday, last assignment due the Monday after.)
Fred Pete - Nov 19, 2009 5:44:43 am PST #1023 of 30000
Ann, that's a ferret.
Egad, Aims. J is old enough to stand up for herself.
Aims - Nov 19, 2009 5:45:31 am PST #1024 of 30000
Shit's all sorts of different now.
She totally is and if she had felt really slighted, she absolutely would have said something to me. Vortex said it - this was more about her husband feeling bad for her than her feelings being hurt.
Fay - Nov 19, 2009 6:45:53 am PST #1025 of 30000
"Fuck Western ideologically-motivated gender identification!" Sulu gasped, and came.
Oh, for the love of fuck. I mean, yes, he loves his wife and doesn't like seeing her with hurt feelings - fine. But THIS IS NOT PRIMARY SCHOOL. Her friends are allowed to have other friends, and are not obligated to invite her along to do everything that they do.
What an inappropriate TWATWAFFLE.
Seska (the Watcher-in-Training) - Nov 19, 2009 6:56:01 am PST #1026 of 30000
"We're all stories, in the end. Just make it a good one, eh?"
THIS IS NOT PRIMARY SCHOOL. Her friends are allowed to have other friends, and are not obligated to invite her along to do everything that they do.
Quite! There are two weirdnesses here. 1) The oddness of why the friend is so upset about being 'left out' of a two-person trip to the movies (which seems a perfectly ordinary thing to do with one person one time, and another person another time). 2) Why the husband thought it was appropriate to call about this, whether or not the wife knew.
Earlier this year, a (now former) close friend of The Girl's basically cut her out of her life, eventually not inviting her to her wedding (but widely advertising the wedding on Facebook etc), and not responding to a very gracious 'congratulations' card that TG sent after said wedding to which she was not invited. That's pretty thoughtless behaviour. But even in that situation, when I was really worried about The Girl, I wouldn't have called the friend involved to berate her. For one thing, it's not my place. For another, TG is not a child, and she can fight her own battles.
*boggles*
smonster - Nov 19, 2009 7:32:11 am PST #1027 of 30000
We won’t stop until everyone is gay.
Hallo, Bitches. Lots to do, no motivation. My perpetual state.
@@ at Aims' friend's husband.
Seska (the Watcher-in-Training) - Nov 19, 2009 7:52:33 am PST #1028 of 30000
"We're all stories, in the end. Just make it a good one, eh?"
Anyone any good at socialising dwarf hamsters, i.e. getting them to stop running away every time they see any creature that isn't, well, them?
I need an entire blog entitled Taming Hamish. Today: getting her to live with the plastic exercise ball in her cage for a bit, so she gets the idea that running around the living room in it will not lead to her violent demise (for we have no cats).