Mostly because I can't keep it together when I talk on the phone, and then I start crying.
This is why I don't understand why people are appalled by people who break up be e-mail. In the unlikely event that I ever have someone to break up with, I want the entire transaction to be by e-mail. Right after my divorce, back in ancient pre-internet era, my ex and I communicated entirely by calling each other's answering machine at times when only the machine would answer.
I wish there was anything I could do other than to wish health~ma to your mother, Jilli, and strength and coping to you, your dad and the Adorable One.
This video brightened my day.
Oooh, the mail brought a good thing! [link]
In the unlikely event that I ever have someone to break up with, I want the entire transaction to be by e-mail.
Goodness, yes. I asked The Girl out by e-mail. I am a total coward, especially where the phone is concerned.
I am going to bed, as I should be vaguely coherent for chairing a session tomorrow. (Fortunately, it is not the one with the tea man. I might have shouted at him about how he's destroying people's dreams and killing all the butterflies.)
Jilli - lots of ~ma to you and your mom.
Yes, much ongoing ~ma and thoughts, Jilli.
I would be way too chicken to ask someone out via email. The wait would
kill
me. I'd rather be told no right away, and also have no potentially permanent record of the question or the answer.
Note, I've never asked anyone out. So it's all theory.
I think I'd probably try and break up face to face, just because I'd want it done with me that way. Also, less in the way of perm records again.
I was broken up with via a note left on my coffee table. One in which my ex confessed to having cheated on me with my best friend.
I am not at all fond of being broken up with via any kind of note, electronic or otherwise.
I was broken up with via a note left on my coffee table. One in which my ex confessed to having cheated on me with my best friend.
Worst Post-It endorsement...ever.
I was broken up with via a note left on my coffee table. One in which my ex confessed to having cheated on me with my best friend.
It does sort of feel like someone turned off the show before it was over and never really let you see the end.