friends don't let friends dress like The Crow
Harken: You fought with Captain Reynolds in the war? Zoe: Fought with a lot of people in the war. Harken: And your husband? Zoe: Fight with him sometimes, too.
'Bushwhacked'
Spike's Bitches 46: Don't I get a cookie?
[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.
erin_obscure - Mar 27, 2011 5:38:43 pm PDT #18500 of 30000
Occasionally I’m callous and strange
Zenkitty - Mar 27, 2011 5:39:49 pm PDT #18501 of 30000
Every now and then, I think I might actually be a little odd.
smonster, sorry about the job. Too bad about B, too, that's hard. I will call you in the morning and we will mumble and groan at each other, okay?
Atropa - Mar 27, 2011 5:41:23 pm PDT #18502 of 30000
The artist formerly associated with cupcakes.
Steph, those pieces will work very well.
But...I *want* to look like The Crow!!!
You're trying to see if I suddenly develop magical powers of teleportation through making my head explode. I don't think it works like that.
Steph L. - Mar 27, 2011 5:50:54 pm PDT #18503 of 30000
this mess was yours / now your mess is mine
You're trying to see if I suddenly develop magical powers of teleportation through making my head explode. I don't think it works like that.
Damn, my plan was too obvious!
Steph L. - Mar 27, 2011 5:57:01 pm PDT #18504 of 30000
this mess was yours / now your mess is mine
Total topic switch here, because ARRRRGH:
I'm still having moderately bad social anxiety, but managed to go to a small party last night with only a middling amount of anxiety (until I knocked over a lamp literally as I was leaving -- I snagged my foot on a throw rug, which made the throw rug flip over, I bent down to fix it, my purse swung across my back and knocked over the lamp, and the lamp knocked over an oil diffuser next to it; I swear the Three Stooges could not have scripted it better).
And I even went to a birthday party at Dave & Busters today without flipping out.
So 3 minutes ago a friend of ours sends me an email that reads, in its entirety:
I like you. I wish we could interact when we meet in real life.
And all I want to reply is "You know, the anxiety is bad enough; now I have to worry about whether or I'm meeting YOUR expectations of me?!?"
I get that it was meant to be a nice gesture. Though slightly creepy because of its brevity. But really? This fellow even *knows* I have social anxiety, and yet he still busts out with an "I wish we could interact" email? SERIOUSLY? Gee, buddy, I wish I could interact with ANYONE some days.
Grah. I get that it was meant to be nice, I swear. But it was executed poorly, because now I'm irritated and slightly skeeved.
Strix - Mar 27, 2011 6:00:12 pm PDT #18505 of 30000
A dress should be tight enough to show you're a woman but loose enough to flee from zombies. — Ginger
Tep, I'd be tempted to go with something like "I wish we could interact, too. Social anxiety is a bitch, huh? Good thing there's email!"
erin_obscure - Mar 27, 2011 6:02:28 pm PDT #18506 of 30000
Occasionally I’m callous and strange
WOw. That's just....so not ok. My face is flushing with impotent rage on your behalf.
Steph L. - Mar 27, 2011 6:03:40 pm PDT #18507 of 30000
this mess was yours / now your mess is mine
And I'm EXTRA irritated because I feel like, really? I have to explain myself to you?
It feels like a more extreme version of people who tell you to smile. And THAT? Makes me want to get throat-punch-y.
smonster - Mar 27, 2011 6:07:37 pm PDT #18508 of 30000
We won’t stop until everyone is gay.
People. They Don't Get It.
I will call you in the morning and we will mumble and groan at each other, okay?
I look forward to it! Well, not the being awake part, but I do kind of enjoy our daily mumbly groanings.
Cass - Mar 27, 2011 7:48:07 pm PDT #18509 of 30000
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.
But...I *want* to look like The Crow!!!
No!
I like you. I wish we could interact when we meet in real life.
Because that's fucking calming.