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[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.
It's just not Mother's Day without your mom telling you how much happier you would be if she were eaten by a lion because then she would stop bugging you all the time.
She could just, I dunno, stop bugging you. Does a large predator really need to be involved? ...oh, never mind.
Laura, glad you liked the movie! Sorry about the bummer glimpse of your son smoking.
Thanks, y'all. The Xanax worked, but not exactly how I wanted - I've stopped freaking out, but didn't get anything else done. I did talk to my boss on the phone, but did not fess up to my slacking. I will have some time tomorrow to keep working on that project, but blecch.
And now I have the sleepies, and shall retire -stayed up late finishing a book last night.
And since I could use reminding myself of an accomplishment, I haven't smoked since last Wednesday. Four days! Gold stars.
I haven't smoked since last Wednesday. Four days! Gold stars.
Right the fuck on! I love you being alive and healthy on planet earth so I want to validate your choice.
Go you! Sunil, that kind of blatant guilt-fishing would make all "Oh, I see you read my letter to Santa(Or something...Indian-equivalent.") But I have been guilted by master guilters to the point that I don't *even* play with bush-league manipulation anymore.
Oh, wait, your mother wants to be eaten by the lion? I mistook her for my relatives for a moment, and thought the kid was supposed to be devoured. I certainly don't have many self-martyring relations. Homicidal, more like.
I haven't smoked since last Wednesday. Four days! Gold stars.
Whoooooo!!!! I also validate your awesome accomplishment!
We went to the beer bar twice today- once for BBQ and then for historical beers. In between, there was napping and stuff.
I haven't smoked since last Wednesday. Four days! Gold stars.
That's great!
I mistook her for my relatives for a moment, and thought the kid was supposed to be devoured.
It feels like she'd be ok with that, if PC agreed to marry it first. As long as it was a Gujarati lion.
Hey Sunil, I told DH about you coming to Miami to go cruisin' and he of course asked me when. And I had no answer.
May 28! Entertain me and stuff!
A *lion.* That's colorful, mom!P-C. Damn colorful.
Well, the lion came from me. They're going to Africa in July, and I was joking about safaris and how they should try not to be eaten by a lion. Which gave her an opening.
Sunil, that kind of blatant guilt-fishing would make all "Oh, I see you read my letter to Santa(Or something...Indian-equivalent.") But I have been guilted by master guilters to the point that I don't *even* play with bush-league manipulation anymore.
I just let her go on and on and said, "No," and then she kept going on, and I joked, "Who am I going to call on Mother's Day?" and she said I'd find someone, my dad would marry someone who would make him and me happier, and she eventually stopped and transitioned into the usual lecture about how much it hurt them to have their son be with a white girl, even after they'd so graciously loosened their criteria from Gujarati (one STATE in one country in all the world) to Indian (one COUNTRY in all the world).
It feels like she'd be ok with that, if PC agreed to marry it first. As long as it was a Gujarati lion.
Heh.
I haven't smoked since last Wednesday. Four days! Gold stars.
Woooo!