I think having been happy with a guy before the guy you're happy with now shouldn't be erased, but I get that it's a very dicey territory. Taking it upon yourself to delete someone else's pictures is majorly douchey behaviour, though, much moreso than keeping old sex tapes or whatever. I mean, I'm assuming he's not getting off to them while you're having sex.
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.
I have, I think, one pic I let a one-night stand snap of my boobs, but no face. However, I flashed a shitton of people in my life, so my boobs? Are likely set free upon the world.
Hell, they caused a mini-riot in London once, so that pair of ferrets is outta the bag! I really don't care...they're boobs, they're pretty nice ones, and I'll never run for office.
It would be easier to blackmail me over bad writing than naked boobs, anyway.
Man, I am SO having to restrain myself from moving ALL THE DISHES around in my kitchen right now. Organizing talk is like crack to me.
P-C, man, can I offer a gentle, well-meaning butt-in? Anything you talk about in public forum like FB can and is likely to get back to a family member. Even if that family member would never get on FB themselves.
Your mom still shouldn't have done this -- man, she and D's ex should totally have a Emotional Manipulators R Us party -- but never, never, never say anything about anyone on FB that you wouldn't say happily to their face.
Because this ain't the first time I've seen FB family shit blow up.
ETA: Still caffeinating...I'll be tweaking Le Website once I'm properly awake, but have noted all the commments, and I'm, as always, deeply grateful for the feedback.
We DID settle upon the header image, widget colors and background colors last night though. It only took 12 hours all told. OMFG.
KBD has sexy pics of me. I really, really wish he didn't. I hope he hates me so much he's deleted them all.
P-C, I have to agree with not putting anything on fb you wouldn't say to your parents. Lj and here would be slightly safer spaces to vent, I would think.
Man, I have so much to do today. Oy. Frankie had a good romp this morning, and I built a little more on a potential friendship with some neighborhood peeps, so that's good.
I think I might be making dinner for St.W tonight. Nothing fancy, just chicken and broccoli quesadillas.
Right. Productivity.
DMV achieved. That only took a couple hours. And I beat the lunch rush.
P-C, I have to agree with not putting anything on fb you wouldn't say to your parents. Lj and here would be slightly safer spaces to vent, I would think.
Yeah, I know. Although I have no idea what my mom even thinks I posted, just that I mentioned it. So now I'm a terrible son for telling people I feel like a terrible son.
Nothing fancy, just chicken and broccoli quesadillas.
That's fancy for me! Mmm, sounds good.
Anything involves the DMV totally counts as multi-onerous tasks IMO!
PC - your mom was looking to pick a fight, and will settle for any fight. So not your job. She needs a different hobby, maybe, but that's not your job either.
Anything involves the DMV totally counts as multi-onerous tasks IMO!
I have too many ridiculous nightmare stories about this place. And too many questions about why one of their branches needs a super-strength truck-proof barrier gate at the entrance.
HA!
P-C, I know you realize this, but you have to internalize it: In the eyes of your parents, nothing you do will ever be good enough or dutiful enough. You need to know this like you know 2+2=4, or Friday follows Thursday.
Once you get it at that level, the knowledge can be quite liberating.
In the eyes of your parents, nothing you do will ever be good enough or dutiful enough
I know I've told this story before, but it bears repeating,. Every time we saw them, my MiL nagged my DH about his hair (too long), his weight and his smoking. One summer, he stopped smoking. lost 50lbs and got his hair cut. I told him, "Your mother won't have anything to say to you." He assured me that she would find something. Sure enough, we walked in the house and the very first thing she said to him was "Oh, no--your hair has gotten so gray!"