I am having a massive self-image demon attack tonight. It's been building for a while, and it's hitting pretty hard tonight. Bleh.
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Oh, Sean, I'm sorry to hear that. You're a super awesome person and I like you a lot and I wish this stuff didn't happen to you.
Those demons are lying liars who lie, Sean. That's what they do.
Yeah, you'll notice how they're not called Self Image Angels. They seek to do you harm.
But Self Image Angels do exist. They're called Buffistas.
Thanks, guys. They are fighting dirty tonight and attacking on multiple fronts. No fairs!
But Self Image Angels do exist. They're called Buffistas.
Yes.
Self Image Angels! I like it. What they said, Sean.
My mother took all responsibility for our actions with the Mom classic - "Where have I failed as a mother?" If we misbehaved it was clearly her fault because she didn't teach us properly. Since her youngest child is now 57 we all have a blast reminding her that it is clearly her fault each time something goes amiss in our lives. Yes, we all get along very well at this point. We were all terrors in our teens.
Unfortunately I think I inherited her feelings, although my kids don't know it. My heart carries full blame for each and every flaw of my kids. The balance is my head being convinced from real world observation that parents have damn little control over kids decisions. (great parents, shitty kids and rotten parent, good kids evidence)
Lots of travel and work commitments today. Have a good Monday.
Just keep reading.
I think I got to the part you meant, and just literally gasped, after rereading the sentence a few times to make sure it meant what I thought it meant.
Ha! Oh man, I can't wait to get to this shit. SOON.
I was joking about safaris and how they should try not to be eaten by a lion.
I was wondering about that, because I thought that Indian mothers were traditionally eaten by tigers.
My mother's mother would look stricken and say, in martyred tones, "You do want you want, but I may not be here when you get back."
Yay, no smoking smonster! Could it be that you should cut yourself some slack while trying to kick one of the most addictive substances on earth?
Sean, Sean, Sean. You've done such amazing things in the last year. Do not let your stupid brain fool you.